Oh, blessed be the Lord my strength
Who trains my hands for war
And trains my fingers for the fight
A fortress is my Lord
He is my steadfast love and my
Deliverer, my tower
Subdueth peoples under me
My shield in whom I trust
Lord, what is man that you regard
The sons of men, at all
For all his days are like a breath
A passing shadow, small
O bow your heavens, Lord, come down
And make the mountains smoke
Flash forth your lightning, scatter them
Thine arrows, shoot, them rout
Thine hand send from on high to save
Me out of waters, great
And from the hand of foreigners
Whose lying mouths deceive
A new song I will sing to thee
Upon the harp, I'll play
To thee who gives the victory
Unto the kings of men
You rescue from the cruel sword
Thy servant David, Lord
And me from lying foreigners
Whose lying mouths deceive
Rid me, O Lord my God, of them
Their mouths speak vanity
For their right hand a right hand is
That works deceitfully
And may our sons be in their youth
Like green plants, fully grown
Our daughters, in a palace wall
As polished corner stones
O Lord make all our granaries full
Our gardens give their yield
And make our sheep bring forth, abound
Ten-thousand in our fields
Oh make our cattle heavy with
Their young, none fail to bear
That there be none to cry aloud
Or in the streets despair
For happy are the people unto
Whom such blessings fall
And happy all the people are
For whom the Lord is God