Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:

How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!

O Yahweh! what is the earthborn, And yet thou hast acknowledged him, - the son of a mortal, And yet thou hast taken account of him:

My lovingkindness and my stronghold, my high tower and my deliverer - mine! My buckler, and he in whom I have sought refuge, - He that subdueth my people under me.

That, our sons, may be like plants well grown while yet young, - Our daughters, like corner pillars, - carved, in the construction of a palace:

O God! a new song, will I sing unto thee, - On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:

The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.

O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:

Snatch me away and rescue me out of he hand of the sons of the alien, - whose mouth hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood: -

Put forth thy hands from on high: - Snatch me away and rescue me out of mighty waters, out of the hand of the sons of the alien,

Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.

Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, - and no loud lament in our places of concourse: -

Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest confound them:

Our garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands - by myriads, in our open fields:

Who giveth victory unto kings - Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.