| 1 | Blessed be the Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, and my fingers to war. |
| 2 | My mercy, and my refuge: my support, and my deliverer: My protector, and I have hoped in him: who subdueth my people under me. |
| 3 | Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? or the son of man, that thou makest account of him? |
| 4 | Man is like to vanity: his days pass away like a shadow. |
| 5 | Lord, bow down thy heavens and descend: touch the mountains and they shall smoke. |
| 6 | Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: shoot out thy arrows, and thou shalt trouble them. |
| 7 | Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children: |
| 8 | Whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity. |
| 9 | To thee, O God, I will sing a new canticle: on the psaltery and an instrument of ten strings I will sing praises to thee. |
| 10 | Who givest salvation to kings: who hast redeemed thy servant David from the malicious sword: |
| 11 | Deliver me, And rescue me out of the hand of strange children; whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity: |
| 12 | Whose sons are as new plants in their youth: Their daughters decked out, adorned round about after the similitude of a temple: |
| 13 | Their storehouses full, flowing out of this into that. Their sheep fruitful in young, abounding in their goings forth: |
| 14 | Their oxen fat. There is no breach of wall, nor passage, nor crying out in their streets. |
| 15 | They have called the people happy, that hath these things: but happy is that people whose God is the Lord. |
