Jehovah is my rock, and my bulwark, And my deliverer, My God is my rock, I trust in Him: My shield, and a horn of my salvation, My high tower.

God has gone up with a glad cry, the Lord with the sound of the horn.

So shall it be more pleasing to Yahweh than a bullock of the herd, Showing horn and divided hoof.

I say to the men of pride, Let your pride be gone: and to the sinners, Let not your horn be lifted up.

Let not your horn be lifted up: let no more words of pride come from your outstretched necks.

Blow the horn on the day of our feasts
during the new moon
and during the full moon.

For You are their magnificent strength;
by Your favor our horn is exalted.

My faithfulness and love will be with him,
and through My name
his horn will be exalted.

You have lifted up my horn
like that of a wild ox;
I have been anointed with oil.

With trumpets and the blast of the ram’s horn
shout triumphantly
in the presence of the Lord, our King.

He distributes freely to the poor;
his righteousness endures forever.
His horn will be exalted in honor.

The LORD is God he will be our light! Bind the festival sacrifice with ropes to the horn at the altar.

There will I make the horn of David to bud: I have ordained a lamp for my anointed.

He also exalts the horn of his people, the praise of all his saints; even of the children of Israel, a people near unto him. Praise you the LORD.

Give him praise with the sound of the horn: give him praise with corded instruments of music.