1 A psalm of David. Blessed be my Lord God, that teacheth mine hands to war; and my fingers to battle.
2My mercy, and my refuge; my taker-up, and my deliverer. My defender, and I hoped in him; and thou makest subject my people under me.
3Lord, what is a man, for thou hast made thyself known to him; either the son of man, for thou areckonest him of some value?
4A man is made like vanity; his days pass as a shadow.
5Lord, bow down thine heavens, and come thou down; touch thou [the] hills, and they shall make smoke.
6Light thou shining, and thou shalt scatter them; send thou out thine arrows, and thou shalt trouble them.
7Send out thine hand from on high, ravish me out, and deliver thou me from many waters; and from the hand of alien sons.
8The mouth of whom spake vanity; and the right hand of them is the right hand of wickedness.
9God, I shall sing to thee a new song; I shall say psalm to thee in psaltery of ten strings.
10Which givest health to kings, which again-boughtest David, thy servant; from the wicked sword ravish thou out me.
11And deliver thou me from the hand of alien sons; the mouth of which spake vanity, and the right hand of them is the right hand of wickedness.
12Whose sons be as new plantings in their youth. The daughters of them be arrayed; adorned about as the likeness of a temple.
13The cellars of them be full; bring-ing out from this vessel into that, or from one vessel into another. The sheep of them be with lambs, plenteous [or abounding] in their goings out;
14their kine be fat. There is no falling of their wall, neither passing over of it; neither cry is in the streets of them.
15They said, The people is blessed, that hath these things; blessed is the people, whose Lord is the God of it.