What a God! His road stretches straight and smooth. Every God-direction is road-tested. Everyone who runs toward him Makes it.
Is there any god like God? Are we not at bedrock?
Is not this the God who armed me well, then aimed me in the right direction?
Now I run like a deer; I'm king of the mountain.
He shows me how to fight; I can bend a bronze bow!
You protect me with salvation-armor; you touch me and I feel ten feet tall.
You cleared the ground under me so my footing was firm.
When I chased my enemies I caught them; I didn't let go till they were dead men.
I nailed them; they were down for good; then I walked all over them.
You armed me well for this fight; you smashed the upstarts.
You made my enemies turn tail, and I wiped out the haters.
They cried "uncle" but Uncle didn't come; They yelled for God and got no for an answer.
I ground them to dust; they gusted in the wind. I threw them out, like garbage in the gutter.
You rescued me from a squabbling people; you made me a leader of nations. People I'd never heard of served me;
the moment they got wind of me they submitted.
They gave up; they came trembling from their hideouts.
Live, God! Blessing to my Rock, my towering Salvation-God!
This God set things right for me and shut up the people who talked back.
He rescued me from enemy anger. You pulled me from the grip of upstarts, You saved me from the bullies.
That's why I'm thanking you, God, all over the world. That's why I'm singing songs that rhyme your name.
God's king takes the trophy; God's chosen is beloved. I mean David and all his children - always.