A Psalm of David.
Blessed be the Lord, my rock,
Who trains my hands for war,
And my fingers for battle;

How blessed are the people who are so situated;
How blessed are the people whose God is the Lord!

O Lord, what is man, that You take knowledge of him?
Or the son of man, that You think of him?

My lovingkindness and my fortress,
My stronghold and my deliverer,
My shield and He in whom I take refuge,
Who subdues my people under me.

Let our sons in their youth be as grown-up plants,
And our daughters as corner pillars fashioned as for a palace;

I will sing a new song to You, O God;
Upon a harp of ten strings I will sing praises to You,

Man is like a mere breath;
His days are like a passing shadow.

Bow Your heavens, O Lord, and come down;
Touch the mountains, that they may smoke.

Rescue me and deliver me out of the hand of aliens,
Whose mouth speaks deceit
And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

Stretch forth Your hand from on high;
Rescue me and deliver me out of great waters,
Out of the hand of aliens

Whose mouths speak deceit,
And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

Let our cattle bear
Without mishap and without loss,
Let there be no outcry in our streets!

Flash forth lightning and scatter them;
Send out Your arrows and confuse them.

Let our garners be full, furnishing every kind of produce,
And our flocks bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;

Who gives salvation to kings,
Who rescues David His servant from the evil sword.