God, my heart feels secure. I will sing and make music to you with all my heart.
Harp and lyre, wake up! I want to sing and make music before the sun rises.
Lord, I will praise you among the nations. I will sing about you among the people of the earth.
Great is your love. It is higher than the heavens. Your truth reaches to the skies.
God, may you be honored above the heavens. Let your glory be over the whole earth.
Save us. Help us with your powerful right hand, so that those you love may be saved.
God has spoken from his temple. He has said, "I will win the battle. Then I will divide up the land around Shechem. I will divide up the Valley of Succoth.
Gilead belongs to me. So does the land of Manasseh. Ephraim is the strongest tribe. It is like a helmet for my head. Judah is the royal tribe. It is like a ruler's staff.
Moab serves me like one who washes my feet. I toss my sandal on Edom to show that I own it. I shout to Philistia that I have won the battle."
Who will bring me to the city that has high walls around it? Who will lead me to the land of Edom?
God, isn't it you, even though you have now turned away from us? Isn't it you, even though you don't lead our armies into battle anymore?
Help us against our enemies. The help people give doesn't amount to anything.
With your help we will win the battle. You will walk all over our enemies.