Davidic.May the Lord, my rock, be praised,
who trains my hands for battle
and my fingers for warfare.

Happy are the people with such blessings.
Happy are the people whose God is Yahweh.

Lord, what is man, that You care for him,
the son of man, that You think of him?

He is my faithful love and my fortress,
my stronghold and my deliverer.
He is my shield, and I take refuge in Him;
He subdues my people under me.

Then our sons will be like plants
nurtured in their youth,
our daughters, like corner pillars
that are carved in the palace style.

God, I will sing a new song to You;
I will play on a ten-stringed harp for You—

Man is like a breath;
his days are like a passing shadow.

Lord, part Your heavens and come down.
Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

Set me free and rescue me
from the grasp of foreigners
whose mouths speak lies,
whose right hands are deceptive.

Reach down from heaven;
rescue me from deep water, and set me free
from the grasp of foreigners

whose mouths speak lies,
whose right hands are deceptive.

Our cattle will be well fed.
There will be no breach in the walls,
no going into captivity,
and no cry of lament in our public squares.

Flash Your lightning and scatter the foe;
shoot Your arrows and rout them.

Our storehouses will be full,
supplying all kinds of produce;
our flocks will increase by thousands
and tens of thousands in our open fields.

the One who gives victory to kings,
who frees His servant David
from the deadly sword.