⁵ Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them: for I the LORD thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me;

¹ Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to battle:

² my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge; who subdues my people under me.

³ Yahweh, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?

⁴ Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

⁵ Part your heavens, Yahweh, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

⁶ Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.

⁷ Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners;

⁸ whose mouths speak deceit, Whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹ I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.

¹⁰ You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.

¹¹ Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

¹² Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.

¹³ Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields.

¹⁴ Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.

¹⁵ Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is Yahweh. A praise psalm by David.