Blessed Be Yahweh, My Rock

¹Blessed be Yahweh, my rock,

Who trains my hands for war,

My fingers for battle;

²My lovingkindness and my fortress,

My stronghold and my deliverer,

My shield and He in whom I take refuge,

Who subdues my people under me.

³O Yahweh, what is man, that You know him?

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

⁴Man is like a breath;

His days are like a passing shadow.

⁵¶O Yahweh, bow Your heavens, and come down;

Touch the mountains, that they may smoke.

⁶Flash forth lightning and scatter them;

Send out Your arrows and confuse them.

⁷Send forth Your hand from on high;

Set me free and deliver me out of many waters,

Out of the hand of foreigners

⁸Whose mouth speaks worthlessness,

And whose right hand is a right hand of lying.

⁹¶O God, I will sing a new song to You;

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

¹⁰Who gives salvation to kings,

Who sets David His servant free from the evil sword.

¹¹Set me free and deliver me out of the hand of the sons of a foreigner,

Whose mouth speaks worthlessness

And whose right hand is a right hand of lying.

¹²¶That our sons would be as grown-up plants in their youth,

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

¹³That our granaries would be full, furnishing every kind of produce,

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

¹⁴That our cattle would bear[#144:14 Lit be laden]

Without mishap and without loss,

And without outcry in our streets!

¹⁵How blessed are the people for whom this is so;

How blessed are the people for whom God is Yahweh!