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.

I have said to the boastful, 'Be not boastful,' And to the wicked, 'Raise not up a horn.'

Raise not up on high your horn, (Ye speak with a stiff neck.)

For the beauty of their strength art Thou, And in Thy good will is our horn exalted,

And My faithfulness and kindness are with him, And in My name is his horn exalted.

And Thou exaltest as a reem my horn, I have been anointed with fresh oil.

He hath scattered -- hath given to the needy, His righteousness is standing for ever, His horn is exalted with honour.

There I cause to spring up a horn for David, I have arranged a lamp for Mine anointed.

And He exalteth the horn of His people, The praise of all His saints, Of the sons of Israel, a people near Him. Praise ye Jah!