Blessed Be the Lord, My Rock
1{A Psalm of David.} Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
2My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.
3LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
4Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
5Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
7Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
8Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
10It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
11Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
12That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:
13That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
14That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.
15Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.
King James Bible
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Blessed Be the LORD, My Rock
1 By David. 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.
Blessed Be the LORD, My Rock
Of David.
1Blessed be the LORD, my Rock,
who trains my hands for war,
my fingers for battle.
2 He is my steadfast love and my fortress,
my stronghold and my deliverer.
He is my shield, in whom I take refuge,
who subdues peoples a under me.
3 O LORD, what is man, that You regard him,
the son of man that You think of him?
4 Man is like a breath;
his days are like a passing shadow.
5 Part Your heavens, O LORD, and come down;
touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
6 Flash forth Your lightning and scatter them;
shoot Your arrows and rout them.
7 Reach down from on high;
set me free and rescue me
from the deep waters,
from the grasp of foreigners,
8 whose mouths speak falsehood,
whose right hands are deceitful.
9 I will sing to You a new song, O God;
on a harp of ten strings I will make music to You—
10 to Him who gives victory to kings,
who frees His servant David from the deadly sword.
11 Set me free and rescue me
from the grasp of foreigners,
whose mouths speak falsehood,
whose right hands are deceitful.
12 Then our sons will be like plants
nurtured in their youth,
our daughters like corner pillars
carved to adorn a palace.
13 Our storehouses will be full,
supplying all manner of produce;
our flocks will bring forth thousands,
tens of thousands in our fields.
14 Our oxen will bear great loads. b
There will be no breach in the walls,
no going into captivity,
and no cry of lament in our streets.
15 Blessed are the people of whom this is so;
blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.
Footnotes:
2 a Many Hebrew manuscripts, DSS, Syriac; most Hebrew manuscripts subdues my people
14 b Or Our chieftains will be firmly established
Blessed Be the Lord, My Rock
1By David. Blessed is Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for battle.
2My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!
3Jehovah, what is man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?
4Man to vanity hath been like, His days are as a shadow passing by.
5Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
6Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,
7Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
8Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee.
10Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.
11Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand is a right hand of falsehood,
12Because our sons are as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished -- the likeness of a palace,
13Our garners are full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
14Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
15O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God is Jehovah!
