Yahweh, was my mountain crag and my stronghold, and my deliverer: My GOD, was my rock, I sought refuge in him, My shield, and my horn of salvation, my high tower.

God hath ascended with a shout, Yahweh, with the sound of a horn.

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

I have said to the boasters, Do not boast, And to the lawless, Do not lift up a horn;

Do not lift up on high your horn, Nor speak of the Rock, with arrogance;

Blow, at the new moon, the horn, At the full moon, for the day of our sacred festival:

And, my faithfulness and my lovingkindness, shall be with him, And, in my Name, exalted shall be his horn;

But thou wilt exalt, as those of the buffalo, my horn, I have been anointed, with fresh oil.

With trumpets and the sound of a horn, Shout aloud, before the king - Yahweh.

He hath scattered abroad, he hath given to the needy, His righteousness, standeth for aye, His horn, shall be exalted in honour.

There, will I cause to bud a horn to David, I have prepared a lamp for mine Anointed One;

Therefore hath he exalted a horn for his people, a praise for all his men of lovingkindness, for the sons of Israel - a people near him, Praise ye Yah!

Praise him, with the blast of a horn, Praise him, with the harp and lyre: