1 Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who teaches my hands to fight and my fingers to make war;
2 my steadfast love and my fortress, my high tower and my rescuer, my shield, in whom I take refuge, who brings my people under me.
3 LORD, what is man, that you take notice of him, the son of man, that you give him a thought?
4 Man is like a vapor; his days are like a shadow passing by.
5 LORD, lower your heavens and come down; touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
6 Send lightning and scatter them; shoot your arrows and throw them into confusion.
7 Reach down your hands from above; set me free and rescue me from the mighty waters, from the hand of foreigners,
8 whose mouth speaks deceit, and whose right hand is a lying right hand.
9 O God, I will sing you a new song; on a ten-stringed harp I will make music to you,
10 you who give salvation to kings, who set your servant David free from the evil sword.
11 Set me free and rescue me from the hand of foreigners, whose mouth speaks deceit, and whose right hand is a lying right hand.
12 May our sons be like saplings grown tall in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars carved in palace style.
13 May our barns be full, supplying every kind of food; may our sheep increase by thousands, by tens of thousands in our fields.
14 May our cattle be heavy with young; may there be no breach and no going into exile, and no cry of distress in our squares.
15 How blessed are the people for whom it is so! How blessed are the people whose God is the LORD!