Psalms

¹ Of David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, Who trains my hands for war, My fingers for battle;

² My stronghold and my deliverer, My shield and He in whom I take refuge, Who subdues my people under me.

³ Or the son of man, that You think of him?

⁴ His days are like a passing shadow.

⁵ Touch the mountains, that they may smoke.

⁶ Send out Your arrows and confuse them.

⁷ Set me free and deliver me out of many waters, Out of the hand of foreigners

⁸ And whose right hand is a right hand of lying.

⁹ Upon a harp of ten strings I will sing praises to You,

¹⁰ Who sets David His servant free from the evil sword.

¹¹ Whose mouth speaks worthlessness And whose right hand is a right hand of lying.

¹² And our daughters as corner pillars fashioned as for a palace;

¹³ And our flocks would bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields outside;

¹⁴ Without mishap and without loss, And without outcry in our streets!

¹⁵ How blessed are the people for whom God is Yahweh!