By David: Blessed be ADONAI, my rock, who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle.
He shows me grace; and he is my fortress, my stronghold, in whom I find shelter, my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.
ADONAI, what are mere mortals, that you notice them at all; humans, that you think about them?
Man is like a puff of wind, his days like a fleeting shadow.
ADONAI, lower the heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, make them pour out smoke.
Shoot out lightning, and scatter them; send out your arrows, and rout them.
Reach out your hands from on high; rescue me; save me out of deep water, out of the power of strangers,
whose mouths speak worthless words and whose right hands swear false oaths.
God, I will sing a new song to you; sing praises to you with a ten-stringed harp.
You give kings their victories; you save your servant David from the cruel sword.
Rescue me, save me from the power of strangers, whose mouths speak worthless words and whose right hands swear false oaths.
Our sons in their youth will be like full-grown saplings, our daughters will be like sculptured pillars fit for the corner of a palace.
Our barns are full with crops of every kind; the sheep in our fields number thousands, tens of thousands.
our oxen are well-fed, our city walls have no breach, our people are not taken captive, and there are no cries of protest in our cities' open places.
How happy the people who live in such conditions! How happy the people whose God is ADONAI!