Blessed be the Lord my Rock,

Who traineth my hands for war,

And my fingers for battle;

2My lovingkindness, and my fortress,

My high tower, and my deliverer;

My shield, and He in whom I take refuge;

Who subdueth my people under me.

3Lord, what is man, that Thou takest knowledge of him?

Or the son of man, that Thou makest account of him?

4Man is like unto a breath;

His days are as a shadow that passeth away.

5O Lord, bow Thy heavens, and come down;

Touch the mountains, that they may smoke.

6Cast forth lightning, and scatter them;

Send out Thine arrows, and discomfit them.

7Stretch forth Thy hands from on high;

Rescue me, and deliver me out of many waters,

Out of the hand of strangers;

8Whose mouth speaketh falsehood,

And their right hand is a right hand of lying.

9O God, I will sing a new song unto Thee,

Upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto Thee;

10Who givest salvation unto kings,

Who rescuest David Thy servant from the hurtful sword.

11Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of strangers,

Whose mouth speaketh falsehood,

And their right hand is a right hand of lying.

12We whose sons are as plants grown up in their youth;

Whose daughters are as corner-pillars carved after the fashion of a palace;

13Whose garners are full, affording all manner of store;

Whose sheep increase by thousands and ten thousands in our fields;

14Whose oxen are well laden;

With no breach, and no going forth,

And no outcry in our broad places;

15Happy is the people that is in such a case.

Yea, happy is the people whose God is the Lord.