1 Blessed be the Lord my rock, ♦︎
who teaches my hands for war and my fingers for battle;
2 My steadfast help and my fortress,
my stronghold and my deliverer,
my shield in whom I trust, ♦︎
who subdues the peoples under me.
3 O Lord, what are mortals that you should consider them; ♦︎
mere human beings, that you should take thought for them?
4 They are like a breath of wind; ♦︎
their days pass away like a shadow.
5 Bow your heavens, O Lord, and come down; ♦︎
touch the mountains and they shall smoke.
6 Cast down your lightnings and scatter them; ♦︎
shoot out your arrows and let thunder roar.
7 Reach down your hand from on high; ♦︎
deliver me and take me out of the great waters,
from the hand of foreign enemies,
8 Whose mouth speaks wickedness ♦︎
and their right hand is the hand of falsehood.
9 O God, I will sing to you a new song; ♦︎
I will play to you on a ten-stringed harp,