1 Blessed be the Lord my strength,

Which teacheth my hands to war,

And my fingers to fight:

2 My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer;

My shield, and he in whom I trust;

Who subdueth my people under me.

3 Lord, 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 Lord, and come down:

Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them:

Shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.

7 Send thine hand from above;

Rid me, and deliver me out of great waters,

From the hand of strange children;

8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity,

And their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

9 I will sing a new song unto thee, O God:

Upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.

10 It is he that giveth salvation unto kings:

Who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.

11 Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children,

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;

That our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:

13 That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store:

That our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:

14 That our oxen may be strong to labour;

That there be no breaking in, nor going out;

That there be no complaining in our streets.

15 Happy is that people, that is in such a case:

Yea, happy is that people, whose God is the Lord.