A Psalm of David.
1 Blessed be the Lord my Rock,
Who trains my hands for war,
And my fingers for battle —
My high tower and my deliverer,
My shield and the One in whom I take refuge,
Who subdues [a]my people under me.
Or the son of man, that You are mindful of him?
His days are like a passing shadow.
Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
Shoot out Your arrows and destroy them.
Rescue me and deliver me out of great waters,
From the hand of foreigners,
And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
On a harp of ten strings I will sing praises to You,
Who delivers David His servant
From the deadly sword.
Whose mouth speaks lying words,
And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood —
That our daughters may be as [d]pillars,
Sculptured in palace style;
Supplying all kinds of produce;
That our sheep may bring forth thousands
And ten thousands in our fields;
That there be no [e]breaking in or going out;
That there be no outcry in our streets.
Happy are the people whose God is the Lord!