Blessed be the Lord my strength *
who teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight;
My hope and my fortress, my castle and deliverer, my defender in whom I trust *
who subdueth my people that is under me.
Lord, what is man, that thou hast such respect unto him *
or the son of man, that thou so regardest him?
Man is like a thing of nought *
his time passeth away like a shadow.
Bow thy heavens, O Lord, and come down *
touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
Cast forth thy lightning, and tear them *
shoot out thine arrows, and consume them.
Send down thine hand from above *
deliver me, and take me out of the great waters, from the hand of strange children;
Whose mouth talketh of vanity *
and their right hand is a right hand of wickedness.
I will sing a new song unto thee, O God *
and sing praises unto thee upon a ten-stringed lute.
Thou hast given victory unto kings *
and hast delivered David thy servant from the peril of the sword.
Save me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children *
whose mouth talketh of vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity.
That our sons may grow up as the young plants *
and that our daughters may be as the polished corners of the temple.
That our garners may be full and plenteous with all manner of store *
that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets.
That our oxen may be strong to labour, that there be no decay *
no leading into captivity, and no complaining in our streets.
Happy are the people that are in such a case *
yea, blessed are the people who have the Lord for their God.