¹Blessed be the Lord my rock,[#Ps 18:2]

who trains my hands for war,

and my fingers for battle;

²my lovingkindness and my fortress,

my high tower and my deliverer,

my shield and He in whom I take refuge,

who subdues my people under me.

³Lord , what is man, that You take regard of him?

Or the son of a man, that You are mindful of him?

⁴Man is like a breath;

his days are like a passing shadow.

⁵Bow your heavens, O Lord , and come down;[#Ps 18:9]

touch the mountains, that they may smoke.

⁶Cast forth lightning and scatter them;

shoot out Your arrows and destroy them.

⁷Stretch Your hand from above;

rescue me and deliver me

out of the great waters,

from the hand of foreigners,

⁸whose mouth speaks vain words,[#Ps 12:2]

and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹I will sing a new song to You, O God;[#Ps 40:3]

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

¹⁰who gives salvation to kings,[#Ps 18:50]

who delivers David His servant from the deadly sword.

¹¹Rescue me and deliver me

from the hand of foreigners,

whose mouth speaks lying words

and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

¹²May our sons in their youth

be like plants fully grown,

our daughters like pillars,

sculptured to adorn a palace;

¹³may our barns be full,

supplying every kind of produce;

may our sheep bring forth

thousands and ten thousands in our fields;

¹⁴may our cattle be strong in labor,

may there be no breaking in

or going out;

and may there be no outcry in our streets!

¹⁵Blessed are the people who are in such a state;

blessed are the people whose God is the Lord .