Praise be to the Lord, my rock. He taught my hands to fight, he taught my fingers to fight.

He is my loving Lord, my fortress, my high platform, my savior, my shield, in whom I take refuge. He subdued my people below me.

O Lord, what is a man, that you know him. What is the world, that you care for him.

People seem to breathe in one breath. His days are like a shadow passing by quickly.

O Lord, let the heavens descend, and touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

Send out lightning to scatter them, shoot out your arrows to disturb them.

Please reach out your hand from above to rescue and pull me out of the great waters, and rescue me from the hands of the Gentiles.

Their mouths tell lies. Their right hand makes a false oath.

God, I will sing a new song to you, and sing praises to you with a ten stringed harp.

You are the one who saves the king. You are the one who saved your servant David from the deadly sword.

Please rescue me and deliver me from the hands of the Gentiles. Their mouths tell lies. Their right hand makes a false oath.

Our son grew up like a tree from a young age. Our daughter is like a corner stone, carved in the style of a palace.

Our warehouse is full and can produce all kinds of grain. Our sheep breed millions in the fields.

Our cows are loaded with loads, and no one breaks in to snatch them, nor does anyone go out to fight. There is no sound of crying in our street market either.

Blessed are the people who meet this scene. The Lord is their God, and this people are blessed.