1 P raise and thanks be to the Lord, my rock. He makes my hands ready for war, and my fingers for battle.

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

2 H e is my loving-kindness and my walls of strength, my strong place and the One Who sets me free, my safe-covering and the One in Whom I trust. He brings my people under my rule.

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 O Lord, what is man that You think of him, the son of man that You remember him?

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

4 M an is like a breath. His days are like a passing shadow.

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

5 O Lord, divide Your heavens and come down. Touch the mountains so they will smoke.

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

6 S end out lightning and divide them. Send out Your arrows and trouble them.

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

7 P ut out Your hand from above. Take me out of trouble and away from the many waters, from the power of those from other lands.

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

8 T heir mouths speak lies. And their right hand is a right hand that is false.

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

9 I will sing a new song to You, O God. I will sing praises to You on a harp of ten strings.

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

10 Y ou save kings. You take Your servant David away from the sharp sword.

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

11 T ake me out of trouble and away from the power of those from other lands. Their mouths speak lies. And their right hand is a right hand that is false.

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 M ay our young sons be like plants that are full-grown. And may our daughters be like the corner pieces of a great house.

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

13 M ay our store-houses be full of all kinds of food. And may our sheep grow by the thousands and ten thousands in our fields.

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

14 L et our cattle give birth without trouble and without loss. And may there be no cry of trouble 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 H appy are the people who have all this. Yes, happy are the people whose God is the Lord!

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