| 1 | By David. Blessed [is] Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for battle. |
| 2 | 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 | Jehovah, what [is] man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him? |
| 4 | Man to vanity hath been like, His days [are] as a shadow passing by. |
| 5 | Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke. |
| 6 | Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them, |
| 7 | Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger, |
| 8 | Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood. |
| 9 | O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee. |
| 10 | Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil. |
| 11 | Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood, |
| 12 | Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished -- the likeness of a palace, |
| 13 | Our garners [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places, |
| 14 | Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places. |
| 15 | O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God [is] Jehovah! |
