1Blessed be the Lord my rock! *who trains my hands to fight and my fingers to battle;
2My help and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, *my shield in whom I trust,
who subdues the peoples under me.
3O Lord, what are we that you should care for us? *mere mortals that you should think of us?
4We are like a puff of wind; *our days are like a passing shadow.
5Bow your heavens, O Lord, and come down; *touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6Hurl the lightning and scatter them; *shoot out your arrows and rout them.
7Stretch out your hand from on high; *rescue me and deliver me from the great waters,
from the hand of foreign peoples,
8Whose mouths speak deceitfully *and whose right hand is raised in falsehood.
9O God, I will sing to you a new song; *I will play to you on a ten-stringed lyre.
10You give victory to kings *and have rescued David your servant.
11Rescue me from the hurtful sword *and deliver me from the hand of foreign peoples,
12Whose mouths speak deceitfully *and whose right hand is raised in falsehood.
13May our sons be like plants well nurtured from their youth, *and our daughters like sculptured corners of a palace.
14May our barns be filled to overflowing with all manner of crops; *may the flocks in our pastures increase by thousands and tens of thousands;
may our cattle be fat and sleek.
15May there be no breaching of the walls, no going into exile, *no wailing in the public squares.
16Happy are the people of whom this is so! *happy are the people whose God is the Lord!