| 1 ¶ A Psalm of David. Blessed be the LORD my strength,1 which teacheth my hands to war,2 and my fingers to fight:
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| 2 My goodness,3 and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.
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| 3 LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
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| 4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
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| 5 Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
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| 6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
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| 7 Send thine hand from4 above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
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| 8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
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| 9 ¶ I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
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| 10 It is he that giveth salvation5 unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
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| 11 Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
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| 12 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished6 after the similitude of a palace:
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| 13 That our garners may be full, affording all7 manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
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| 14 That our oxen may be strong8 to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.
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| 15 Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.
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