Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, the one who trains my hands for battle, my fingers for war--
my loyal love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield, and [one] in whom I take refuge, the one who subdues peoples under me.
O Yahweh, what [is] humankind that you take knowledge of him, [or the] son of man that you take thought of him?
Humankind is like a breath, his days like a passing shadow.
O Yahweh, bow the heavens and come down; touch the mountains so that they smoke.
Flash forth lightning and scatter them; dispatch your arrows and rout them.
Stretch out your hands from on high; Rescue me and deliver me from many waters, from [the] hand of foreigners,
whose mouth speaks falsely, and their right hand [is] a false right hand.
O God, I will sing a new song to you. With a lyre of ten [strings] I will sing praise to you,
who gives victory to kings, who rescues David his servant from [the] evil sword.
Rescue me and deliver me from [the] hand of foreigners, whose mouth speaks falsely, and whose right hand [is] a false right hand,
that our sons [may be] like plants, full grown in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars, carved in the style of a palace,
[that] our granaries [may be] full, providing [produce] of all kinds, [that] our sheep [may] produce by the thousands, by the tens of thousands in our open fields,
[that] our cattle [may be] pregnant; [that there be] no breach [in our walls], and no going out [in exile], and no outcry in our plazas.
Blessed [are] the people who have [it] thus. Blessed [are] the people whose God [is] Yahweh.