A Psalm of David
1 Blessed is Jehovah my Rock, who teaches my hands for war, and my fingers for
2 my goodness and my stronghold, my refuge and my deliverer, my shield and the One
in whom I trust, who subdues my people under me.
3 Jehovah, what is man, that You take knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that You
are mindful of him?
4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a shadow that vanishes.
5 Bow down Your heavens, O Jehovah, and come down; touch the mountains, and they
6 Cast forth lightning and scatter them; shoot out Your arrows and destroy them.
7 Extend Your hand from above; rescue me and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of the sons of foreigners,
8 whose mouth speaks vanity, and whose right hand is a right hand of deception.
9 I will sing a new song unto You, O God; upon a lute and an instrument of ten strings I
will make music unto You,
10 the One who gives deliverance to kings; who rescues David His servant from the evil
11 Rescue me and deliver me from the hand of the sons of foreigners, whose mouth
speaks vanity, and whose right hand is a right hand of deception;
12 that our sons may be as plants brought up in their youth; that our daughters may be
like corner stones, carved in the form of a palace;
13 that our granaries may be full, furnishing kind to kind; and our flocks may bring forth
thousands and ten thousands outside;
14 that our oxen may be laden; that there be no breaking in or going out; that there be
no outcry in our streets.
15 Blessed are the people who are like this; blessed are the people whose God is