1 [{A Psalm} of David.] Blessed be Jehovah my rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight;2 My mercy and my fortress, my high tower and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I trust, who subdueth my people under me!3 Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him, the son of man, that thou takest thought of him?4 Man is like to vanity; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.5 Jehovah, bow thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they smoke;6 Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; send forth thine arrows, and discomfit them:7 Stretch out thy hands from above; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of aliens,8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.9 O God, I will sing a new song unto thee; with the ten-stringed lute will I sing psalms unto thee:10 Who givest salvation unto kings; who rescuest David thy servant from the hurtful sword.11 Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of aliens, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.12 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; our daughters as corner-columns, sculptured after the fashion of a palace:13 Our granaries full, affording all manner of store; our sheep bringing forth thousands, ten thousands in our pastures;14 Our kine laden {with young}; no breaking in and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets.15 Blessed the people that is in such a case! Blessed the people whose God is Jehovah!

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!