1 Praise the LORD, who is my rock.
He trains my hands for war
and gives my fingers skill for battle.
my tower of safety, my rescuer.
He is my shield, and I take refuge in him.
He makes the nationsa submit to me.
mere mortals that you should think about them?
their days are like a passing shadow.
Touch the mountains so they billow smoke.
Shoot your arrows and confuse them!
rescue me from deep waters,
from the power of my enemies.
they swear to tell the truth, but they lie instead.
I will sing your praises with a ten-stringed harp.
You rescued your servant David from the fatal sword.
Rescue me from the power of my enemies.
Their mouths are full of lies;
they swear to tell the truth, but they lie instead.
like well-nurtured plants.
May our daughters be like graceful pillars,
carved to beautify a palace.
with crops of every kind.
May the flocks in our fields multiply by the thousands,
even tens of thousands,
May there be no enemy breaking through our walls,
no going into captivity,
no cries of alarm in our town squares.
Joyful indeed are those whose God is the LORD.