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¹ [Of David] Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle,

² my faithful love, my bastion, my citadel, my Saviour; I shelter behind him, my shield, he makes the peoples submit to me.

³ Yahweh, what is a human being for you to notice, a child of Adam for you to think about?

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⁴ Human life, a mere puff of wind, days as fleeting as a shadow.

⁵ Yahweh, part the heavens and come down, touch the mountains, make them smoke.

⁶ Scatter them with continuous lightning-flashes, rout them with a volley of your arrows.

⁷ Stretch down your hand from above, save me, rescue me from deep waters, from the clutches of foreigners,

⁸ whose every word is worthless, whose right hand is raised in perjury.

⁹ God, I sing to you a new song, I play to you on the ten-stringed lyre,

¹⁰ for you give kings their victories, you rescue your servant David. From the sword of evil

¹¹ save me, rescue me from the clutches of foreigners whose every word is worthless, whose right hand testifies to falsehood.

¹² May our sons be like plants growing tall from their earliest days, our daughters like pillars carved fit for a palace,

¹³ our barns filled to overflowing with every kind of crop, the sheep in our pastures be numbered in thousands and tens of thousands,

¹⁴ our cattle well fed, free of raids and pillage, free of outcry in our streets.

¹⁵ How blessed the nation of whom this is true, blessed the nation whose God is Yahweh!