My heart is unwavering, God. I will sing and make music— yes, with my whole being!
Wake up, harp and lyre! I will wake the dawn itself!
I will give thanks to you, LORD, among all the peoples; I will make music to you among the nations,
because your faithful love is higher than heaven; your faithfulness reaches the clouds.
Exalt yourself, God, higher than heaven! Let your glory be over all the earth!
Save me by your power and answer me so that the people you love might be rescued.
God has spoken in his sanctuary: "I will celebrate as I divide up Shechem and portion out the Succoth Valley.
Gilead is mine, Manasseh is mine; Ephraim is my helmet, Judah is my scepter.
But Moab is my washbowl; I'll throw my shoe at Edom. I shout in triumph over Philistia!
I wish someone would bring me to a fortified city! I wish someone would lead me to Edom!"
But you have rejected us, God, haven't you? You, God, no longer accompany our armies.
Give us help against the enemy— human help is worthless.
With God we will triumph: God is the one who will trample our adversaries.