Blessed is יהוה, my rock, who trains my hands for battle, my fingers for war.

My loyal love and my fortress, my high place and my deliverer, my shield and in whom I take refuge, who makes my people submit under me.

יהוה, what is man that you know him, son of Adam that you consider him?

Man is like a vain thing; his days are like a passing shadow.

Bend your heavens, יהוה, and come down; touch the mountains and they will smoke.

Flash lightning and scatter them; send out your arrows and confuse them.

Send your hands from above; rescue me and deliver me from many waters, from the hand of strangers,

whose mouth spoke falsehood, and whose right hand is a right hand of lies.

Elohim, a new song I will sing to you; on a ten-stringed harp I will make music to you.

The one who gives salvation to kings, who rescues his servant David from the destructive sword.

Rescue me and deliver me from the hand of strangers,

whose mouth spoke falsehood, and whose right hand is a right hand of lies.

May our sons be like plants grown up in their youth; may our daughters be like carved cornerstones,

our storehouses full, producing from kind to kind; our flocks multiplying thousands, tens of thousands in our courtyards.

Our strong bulls are burdened; there is no breach and no going out, and no outcry in our streets.