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.
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
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.