The enemy has come to eternal ruin;
You have uprooted the cities,
and the very memory of them has perished.

Deliver my life from the sword,
my only life from the power of these dogs.

My very bones will say,
“Lord, who is like You,
rescuing the poor from one too strong for him,
the poor or the needy from one who robs him?”

Lord, how long will You look on?
Rescue my life from their ravages,
my only one from the young lions.

His salvation is very near those who fear Him,
so that glory may dwell in our land.

My soul, praise Yahweh!
Lord my God, You are very great;
You are clothed with majesty and splendor.

When they were few in number,
very few indeed,
and temporary residents in Canaan,

The Lord made His people very fruitful;
He made them more numerous than their foes,

I will fulfill my vows to the Lord
in the presence of all His people,

I am resolved to obey Your statutes
to the very end.

In this very way
the man who fears the Lord
will be blessed.

I will praise You
because I have been remarkably and wonderfully made.
Your works are wonderful,
and I know this very well.

Listen to my cry,
for I am very weak.
Rescue me from those who pursue me,
for they are too strong for me.