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 strangers, 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.