1 B lessed be Jehovah my rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight;

By David. Blessed Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for battle.

2 M y mercy and my fortress, my high tower and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I trust, who subdueth my people under me!

My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!

3 J ehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him, the son of man, that thou takest thought of him?

Jehovah, what man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?

4 M an is like to vanity; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

Man to vanity hath been like, His days as a shadow passing by.

5 J ehovah, bow thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they smoke;

Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.

6 C ast forth lightnings, and scatter them; send forth thine arrows, and discomfit them:

Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,

7 S tretch out thy hands from above; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of aliens,

Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,

8 W hose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand a right hand of falsehood.

9 O God, I will sing a new song unto thee; with the ten-stringed lute will I sing psalms unto thee:

O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee.

10 W ho givest salvation unto kings; who rescuest David thy servant from the hurtful sword.

Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.

11 R escue me, and deliver me from the hand of aliens, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand a right hand of falsehood,

12 T hat our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; our daughters as corner-columns, sculptured after the fashion of a palace:

Because our sons as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished -- the likeness of a palace,

13 O ur granaries full, affording all manner of store; our sheep bringing forth thousands, ten thousands in our pastures;

Our garners full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,

14 O ur kine laden; no breaking in and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets.

Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.

15 B lessed the people that is in such a case! Blessed the people whose God is Jehovah!

O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God Jehovah!