Rise up, Lord!
Save me, my God!
You strike all my enemies on the cheek;
You break the teeth of the wicked.

For they persecute the one You struck
and talk about the pain of those You wounded.

Look! He struck the rock and water gushed out;
torrents overflowed.
But can He also provide bread
or furnish meat for His people?”

God’s anger flared up against them,
and He killed some of their best men.
He struck down Israel’s choice young men.

He struck all the firstborn in Egypt,
the first progeny of the tents of Ham.

I will crush his foes before him
and strike those who hate him.

They will support you with their hands
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.

There the birds make their nests;
the stork makes its home in the pine trees.

He struck their vines and fig trees
and shattered the trees of their territory.

He struck all the firstborn in their land,
all their first progeny.

The sun will not strike you by day
or the moon by night.

He struck down the firstborn of Egypt,
both man and beast.

He struck down many nations
and slaughtered mighty kings:

He struck the firstborn of the Egyptians
        His love is eternal.

He struck down great kings
        His love is eternal.

Let the righteous one strike me—
it is an act of faithful love;
let him rebuke me—
it is oil for my head;
let me not refuse it.
Even now my prayer is against
the evil acts of the wicked.