1 A Psalm off David. Blessed be the LORD my rock, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:

2 My lovingkindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.

3 LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him? or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?

4 Man is like to vanity: his days are 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; send out thine arrows, and discomfit them.

7 Stretch forth thine hand from above; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of strangers;

8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

9 I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.

10 It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who rescueth David his servant from the hurtful sword.

11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of strangers, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

12 When our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth; and our daughters as corner stones hewn after the fashion of a palace;

13 When our garners are full, affording all manner of store; and our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;

14 When our oxen are well laden; when there is no breaking in, and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets;

15 Happy is the people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is the people, whose God is the LORD.