Guard the root you have planted with your powerful right hand. Take care of the branch you have raised up for yourself.

May you honor the people at your right hand. May you honor the nation you have raised up for yourself.

Your arm is powerful. Your hand is strong. Your right hand is mighty.

A thousand may fall dead at your side. Ten thousand may fall near your right hand. But no harm will come to you.

A psalm.

Sing a new song to the Lord. He has done wonderful things. By the power of his right hand and his holy arm he has saved his people.

Save us. Help us with your powerful right hand, so that those you love may be saved.

Appoint an evil person to take my enemies to court. Let him stand at their right hand and bring charges against them.

A psalm of David.

The Lord says to my lord, “Sit at my right hand until I put your enemies under your control.”

The Lord is at your right hand. He will crush kings on the day when he is angry.

Shouts of joy ring out in the tents of godly people. They praise him for his help in battle. They shout, “The Lord’s powerful right hand has done mighty things!

The Lord’s powerful right hand has won the battle! The Lord’s powerful right hand has done mighty things!”

The Lord watches over you. The Lord is like a shade tree at your right hand.

Jerusalem, if I forget you, may my right hand never be able to play the harp again.

Trouble is all around me, but you keep me alive. You reach out your hand to put a stop to the anger of my enemies. With your powerful right hand you save me.

Your hand would always be there to guide me. Your right hand would still be holding me close.

Long life is in her right hand. In her left hand are riches and honor.

I am the Lord your God. I take hold of your right hand. I say to you, ‘Do not be afraid. I will help you.’

That’s as foolish as eating ashes! The mind of someone like that has led him astray. He can’t save himself. He can’t bring himself to say, “This thing I’m holding in my right hand isn’t really a god at all.”

“Cyrus is my anointed king. I take hold of his right hand. I give him the power to bring nations under his control. I help him strip kings of their power to go to war against him. I break city gates open so he can go through them. I say to him,

With my own hand I laid the foundations of the earth. With my right hand I spread out the heavens. When I send for them, they come and stand ready to obey me.

The Lord has made a promise. He has lifted up his right hand and mighty arm. He has promised, “I will never give your grain to your enemies for food again. Outsiders will never again drink the fresh wine you have worked so hard for.

“King Jehoiachin, you are the son of Jehoiakim,” announces the Lord. “Suppose you were a ring on my right hand. And suppose the ring even had my royal mark on it. Then I would still pull you off my finger. And that is just as sure as I am alive.

When he was very angry, he took away Israel’s power. He pulled back his powerful right hand as the enemy approached. His burning anger blazed out in Jacob’s land. It burned up everything near it.

Like an enemy the Lord got his bow ready to use. He had a sword in his right hand. Like an enemy he destroyed everything that used to be pleasing to him. His anger blazed out like fire. It burned up the homes in the city of Zion.

His right hand will pull out the arrow for Jerusalem. There he will get huge logs ready to knock down its gates. He will give the command to kill its people. He will sound the battle cry. He will build a ramp up to the city wall. He will bring in his war machines.