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[[A Psalm Chapter of David.]]
[1] Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth mine hands to fight, and my fingers to battle.
[2] He is my goodness and my fortress, my tower and my deliverer, my shield, and in him I trust, which subdueth my people under me.
[3] Lord, what is man that thou regardest him! Or the son of man that thou thinkest upon him!
[4] Man is like to vanity: his days are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
[5] Bow thine heavens, O Lord, and come down: touch the mountains and they shall smoke.
[6] Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and consume them.
[7] Send thine hand from above: deliver me, and take me out of the great waters , and from the hand of strangers,
[8] Whose mouth talketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
[9] I will sing a new song unto thee, O God , and sing unto thee upon a viol, and an instrument of ten strings.
[10] It is he that giveth deliverance unto kings, and rescueth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
[11] Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of strangers, whose mouth talketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
[12] That our sons may be as the plants growing up in their youth, and our daughters as the corner stones, graven after the similitude of a palace:
[13] That our corners may be full , and abounding with divers sorts, and that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousand in our streets:
[14] That our oxen may be strong to labor: that there be none invasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streets.
[15] Blessed are the people, that be so, yea, blessed are the people, whose God is the Lord.
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