Psalms

¹ Of David. Praise be to the Lord my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.

² my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me.

³ the son of man that you think of him?

⁴ his days are like a fleeting shadow.

⁵ touch the mountains, so that they smoke.

⁶ shoot your arrows and rout them.

⁷ deliver me and rescue me from the mighty waters, from the hands of foreigners

⁸ whose right hands are deceitful.

⁹ on the ten-stringed lyre I will make music to you,

¹⁰ who delivers his servant David from the deadly sword.

¹¹ from the hands of foreigners whose mouths are full of lies, whose right hands are deceitful.

¹² will be like well-nurtured plants, and our daughters will be like pillars carved to adorn a palace.

¹³ with every kind of provision. Our sheep will increase by thousands, by tens of thousands in our fields;

¹⁴ There will be no breaching of walls, no going into captivity, no cry of distress in our streets.

¹⁵ blessed are the people whose God is the Lord.