| 1 | Blessed be Jehovah my rock, Who teacheth my hands to war, [And] my fingers to fight: |
| 2 | My lovingkindness, and my fortress, My high tower, and my deliverer; My shield, and he in whom I take refuge; Who subdueth my people under me. |
| 3 | Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him? |
| 4 | Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away. |
| 5 | Bow thy heavens, O Jehovah, and come down: Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke. |
| 6 | Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; Send out thine arrows, and discomfit them. |
| 7 | Stretch forth thy hand from above; Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, Out of the hand of aliens; |
| 8 | Whose mouth speaketh deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood. |
| 9 | I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: Upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee. |
| 10 | Thou art he that giveth salvation unto kings; Who rescueth David his servant from the hurtful sword. |
| 11 | Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of aliens, Whose mouth speaketh deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood. |
| 12 | When our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth, And our daughters as corner-stones hewn after the fashion of a palace; |
| 13 | [When] our garners are full, affording all manner of store, [And] our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields; |
| 14 | [When] our oxen are well laden; [When there is] no breaking in, and no going forth, And no outcry in our streets: |
| 15 | Happy is the people that is in such a case; [Yea], happy is the people whose God is Jehovah. Psalm 145 [A] [Psalm] [of] praise; of David. |