The Lord is my Rock, my walled town, and my saviour; my God, my Rock, in him will I put my faith; my breastplate, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.

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

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.

Let the horn be sounded in the time of the new moon, at the full moon, on our holy feast-day:

For you are the glory of their strength; in your pleasure will our horn be lifted up.

But my faith and my mercy will be with him; and in my name will his horn be lifted up.

He has given with open hands to the poor; his righteousness is for ever; his horn will be lifted up with honour.

He has put on high the horn of his people, for the praise of all his saints; even the children of Israel, a people which is near to him. Let the Lord be praised.

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