1 'n Psalm van Dawid. Geloofd sy die HERE, my rots, wat my hande leer om te veg, my vingers om oorlog te voer --
2 my goedertierenheid en my bergvesting, my skans en my redder, my skild en die Een by wie ek skuil, wat my volk aan my onderwerp.
3 o HERE, wat is die mens dat U hom ken, die mensekind dat U op hom ag gee?
4 Die mens is soos die nietigheid; sy dae is soos 'n vlugtige skaduwee.
5 Buig u hemele, HERE, en daal neer; raak die berge aan, dat hulle rook!
6 Slinger bliksems en verstrooi hulle; stuur u pyle uit en verwar hulle!
7 Strek uit die hoogte u hande uit; ruk my uit, en red my uit groot waters, uit die hand van vreemdes,
8 wie se mond leuens spreek en wie se regterhand 'n regterhand van bedrog is.
9 o God, ek wil 'n nuwe lied sing tot u eer, op die tiensnarige harp wil ek U psalmsing.
10 U wat aan konings die oorwinning gee, wat u kneg Dawid ontruk aan die gevaarlike swaard.
11 Ruk my uit en red my uit die hand van vreemdes, wie se mond leuens spreek en wie se regterhand 'n regterhand van bedrog is;
12 sodat ons seuns soos plante mag wees wat opgekweek is in hulle jeug, ons dogters soos hoekpilare wat uitgebeitel is na die boustyl van 'n paleis;
13 dat ons skure vol mag wees, wat allerhande soorte voorraad oplewer; ons kleinvee by duisende mag aanteel, by tien duisende vermeerder word op ons velde;
14 ons beeste gelaai mag wees; geen bres in ons mure en geen uittog daaruit, en geen geskreeu op ons pleine nie.
15 Welgeluksalig is die volk met wie dit so gaan; welgeluksalig is die volk wie se God die HERE is!
1 Blessed be Jehovah my rock,
Who teacheth my hands to war,
And my fingers to fight:
2 My lovingkindness, and my fortress,
My high tower, and my deliverer;
My shield, and he in whom I take refuge;
Who subdueth my people under me.
3 Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him?
Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?
4 Man is like to vanity:
His days are as a shadow that passeth away.
5 Bow thy heavens, O Jehovah, and come down:
Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them;
Send out thine arrows, and discomfit them.
7 Stretch forth thy hand from above;
Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters,
Out of the hand of aliens;
8 Whose mouth speaketh deceit,
And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 I will sing a new song unto thee, O God:
Upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
10 Thou art he that giveth salvation unto kings;
Who rescueth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of aliens,
Whose mouth speaketh deceit,
And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
12 When our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth,
And our daughters as corner-stones hewn after the fashion of a palace;
13 When our garners are full, affording all manner of store,
And our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
14 When our oxen are well laden;
When there is no breaking in, and no going forth,
And no outcry in our streets:
15 Happy is the people that is in such a case;
Yea, happy is the people whose God is Jehovah.