1 Blessed the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:
2 My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.
3 Lord, what man, that thou takest knowledge of him! the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
4 Man is like to vanity: his days 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 a right hand of falsehood.
9 I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
10 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 a right hand of falsehood:
12 That our sons as plants grown up in their youth; our daughters as corner stones, polished the similitude of a palace:
13 our garners full, affording all manner of store: our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
14 our oxen strong to labour; no breaking in, nor going out; that no complaining in our streets.
15 Happy people, that is in such a case: , happy people, whose God the Lord.