Of David.
1 Blessed be the Lord, my rock,
who trains my hands for war,
and my fingers for battle;
my stronghold and my deliverer,
my shield and he in whom I take refuge,
who subdues peoplesa under me.
or the son of man that you think of him?
his days are like a passing shadow.
Touch the mountains so that they smoke!
send out your arrows and rout them!
rescue me and deliver me from the many waters,
from the hand of foreigners,
and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
upon a ten-stringed harp I will play to you,
who rescues David his servant from the cruel sword.
from the hand of foreigners,
whose mouths speak lies
and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
be like plants full grown,
our daughters like corner pillars
cut for the structure of a palace;
providing all kinds of produce;
may our sheep bring forth thousands
and ten thousands in our fields;
suffering no mishap or failure in bearing;b
may there be no cry of distress in our streets!
Blessed are the people whose God is the Lord!