Blessed is the Lord my God, Who teacheth my hands for battle and my fingers for war.
My mercy and my refuge, my helper and my deliverer,
My defender is He; and in Him have I hoped, Who subjected my people under me.
O Lord, what is man, that Thou art made known unto him? Or the son of man, that Thou takest account of him?
Man is like unto vanity, his days like a shadow pass away.
O Lord, bow down the heavens and come down; touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
Flash forth lightning, and Thou shalt scatter them; send forth Thine arrows, and Thou shalt trouble them.
Send forth Thy hand from on high; rescue and deliver me from many waters, from the hand of the sons of aliens,
Whose mouth hath spoken vanity; and their right hand is the right hand of unrighteousness.
O God, a new song shall I sing unto Thee; with the psaltery of ten strings shall I chant unto Thee,
Who givest salvation unto kings, Who redeemest David Thy servant from the evil sword.
Deliver me and rescue me from the hand of the sons of aliens whose mouth hath spoken vanity, and their right hand is the right hand of unrighteousness,
Whose sons are like new plants, strongly planted in their youth,
Their daughters prettified, and lavishly adorned like unto a temple.
Their garners are full, bursting forth with all manner of store.
Their sheep are abundant in young, multiplying in their gateways; their oxen are fat.
There is no breach of wall, nor any passage, nor any outcry in their streets.
They have called the people blessed which fareth thus; but blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.