⁰Of David.

¹Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who teaches my hands for battle, my fingers for war.

²My loyal love and my stronghold, my high refuge and my deliverer, my shield; in him I have taken refuge, who subdues my people under me.

³Yahweh, what is man that you know him, the son of men that you reckon him?

⁴Man is like a vapor; his days are like a shadow passing.

⁵Yahweh, bend your skies and come down; touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

⁶Flash lightning and scatter them; send out your arrows and throw them into confusion.

⁷Stretch out your hands from the height; snatch me free and deliver me from great waters, from the hand of the sons of foreigners,

⁸whose mouth speaks emptiness, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹God, a new song I will sing to you; on a harp of ten strings I will make music to you,

¹⁰who gives deliverance to the kings, who snatches David his slave from the evil sword.

¹¹Snatch me free and deliver me from the hand of the sons of foreigners, whose mouth speaks emptiness, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

¹²May our sons be like plants grown great in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars hewn in the pattern of a temple.

¹³Our barns are full, providing kind after kind; our flocks bring forth thousands, multiplied to ten thousands in our streets.

¹⁴Our chiefs are laden; there is no breach and no going out, and no outcry in our broad places.

¹⁵Blessed is the people for whom it is thus; blessed is the people whose God is Yahweh.