• A Song to the Lord Who Preserves and Prospers His People

  • 1 Blessed be the Lord my Rock, Who trains my hands for war, And my fingers for battle—
  • 2 My lovingkindness and my fortress, My high tower and my deliverer, My shield and the One in whom I take refuge, Who subdues my people under me.
  • 3 Lord, what is man, that You take knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that You are mindful of him?
  • 4 Man is like a breath; His days are like a passing shadow.
  • 5 Bow down Your heavens, O Lord, and come down; Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
  • 6 Flash forth lightning and scatter them; Shoot out Your arrows and destroy them.
  • 7 Stretch out Your hand from above; Rescue me and deliver me out of great waters, From the hand of foreigners,
  • 8 Whose mouth speaks lying words, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
  • 9 I will sing a new song to You, O God; On a harp of ten strings I will sing praises to You,
  • 10 The One who gives salvation to kings, Who delivers David His servant From the deadly sword.
  • 11 Rescue me and deliver me from the hand of foreigners, Whose mouth speaks lying words, And whose 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 pillars, Sculptured in palace style;
  • 13 That our barns may be full, Supplying all kinds of produce; That our sheep may bring forth thousands And ten thousands in our fields;
  • 14 That our oxen may be well laden; That there be no breaking in or going out; That there be no outcry in our streets.
  • 15 Happy are the people who are in such a state; Happy are the people whose God is the Lord!