A psalm of David.
1 O Let Jehovah blessed be
who is my rock of might,
who doth instruct my hands to war,
and my fingers to fight.
2 My goodness, fortress, my high tow’r,
and that doth set me free:
my shield, my trust, which doth subdue
my people under me.
3 Jehovah, what is man, that thou
knowledge of him doth take?
what is the son of man, that thou
account of him dost make?
4 Man’s like to vanity: his days
pass like a shade away.
5 Lord, bow the heav’ns, come down and touch
the mounts and smoke shall they.
6 Lightning cast forth, and scatter them:
thine arrows shoot, them rout,
7 Thine hand o send thou from above,
do thou redeem me out.
And rid me from the waters great:
from hand of strangers brood:
8 Whose mouth speaks lies, their right hand is
a right hand of falsehood.
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9 O God, new songs I’ll sing to thee:
upon the Psaltery,
and on ten stringed instrument
to thee sing praise will I.
10 It’s he that giveth unto Kings
safety victorious:
his servant David he doth save
from sword pernicious.
11 Rid me from hand of strange children,
whose mouth speaks vanity:
and their right hand a right hand is
of lying falsity:
12 That like as plants which are grown up
in youth may be our sons;
our daughters palace like may be
polish’d as corner stones:
13 Our garners full, affording store
of every sort of meats;
our cattle bringing thousands forth,
ten thousands in our streets:
14 Strong let our oxen be to work,
that breaking in none be
nor going out: that so our streets
may from complaints be free.
15 O blessed shall the people be
whose state is such as this:
o blessed shall the people be,
whose God Jehovah is.