By David.
1Blessed be the Lord, my rock,
who trains my hands to war,
and my fingers to battle—
2my loving kindness, my fortress,
my high tower, my deliverer,
my shield, and He in whom I take refuge,
who subdues my people under me.
3Lord, what is man, that You care for him?
Or the son of man, that You think of him?
4Man is like a breath.
His days are like a shadow that passes away.
5Part Your heavens, Lord, and come down.
Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
6Throw out lightning, and scatter them.
Send out Your arrows, and rout them.
7Stretch out Your hand from above,
rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters,
out of the hands of foreigners,
8whose mouths speak deceit,
whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9I will sing a new song to You, God.
On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to You.
10You are He who gives salvation to kings,
who rescues David, His servant, from the deadly sword.
11Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners,
whose mouths speak deceit,
whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
12Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants,
our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.
13Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision.
Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
14Our oxen will pull heavy loads.
There is no breaking in, and no going away,
and no outcry in our streets.
15Happy are the people who are in such a situation.
Happy are the people whose God is the Lord.
1Psalmus David. Adversus Goliath. Benedictus Dominus Deus meus, qui docet manus meas ad prælium, et digitos meos ad bellum. 2Misericordia mea et refugium meum; susceptor meus et liberator meus; protector meus, et in ipso speravi, qui subdit populum meum sub me. 3Domine, quid est homo, quia innotuisti ei? aut filius hominis, quia reputas eum? 4Homo vanitati similis factus est; dies ejus sicut umbra prætereunt. 5Domine, inclina cælos tuos, et descende; tange montes, et fumigabunt. 6Fulgura coruscationem, et dissipabis eos; emitte sagittas tuas, et conturbabis eos. 7Emitte manum tuam de alto: eripe me, et libera me de aquis multis, de manu filiorum alienorum: 8quorum os locutum est vanitatem, et dextera eorum dextera iniquitatis. 9Deus, canticum novum cantabo tibi; in psalterio decachordo psallam tibi. 10Qui das salutem regibus, qui redemisti David servum tuum de gladio maligno, 11eripe me, et erue me de manu filiorum alienorum, quorum os locutum est vanitatem, et dextera eorum dextera iniquitatis. 12Quorum filii sicut novellæ plantationes in juventute sua; filiæ eorum compositæ, circumornatæ ut similitudo templi. 13Promptuaria eorum plena, eructantia ex hoc in illud; oves eorum fœtosæ, abundantes in egressibus suis; 14boves eorum crassæ. Non est ruina maceriæ, neque transitus, neque clamor in plateis eorum. 15Beatum dixerunt populum cui hæc sunt; beatus populus cujus Dominus Deus ejus.