| 1 | A Song. A Psalm. Of David. O God, my heart is fixed; I will make songs and melody, even with my glory. |
| 2 | Give out your sounds, O corded instruments: the dawn will be awaking with my song. |
| 3 | I will give you praise, O Lord, among the peoples; I will make melody to you among the nations. |
| 4 | For your mercy is higher than the heavens: and your unchanging faith than the clouds. |
| 5 | Be lifted up, O God, higher than the heavens; let your glory be over all the earth. |
| 6 | Let your right hand be stretched out for salvation, and give me an answer, so that your loved ones may be safe from danger. |
| 7 | This is the word of the holy God: I will be glad; I will make Shechem a heritage, measuring out the valley of Succoth. |
| 8 | Gilead is mine; Manasseh is mine; Ephraim is the strength of my head; Judah is my law-giver; |
| 9 | Moab is my washpot; on Edom is the resting-place of my shoe; over Philistia will I send out a glad cry. |
| 10 | Who will take me into the strong town? who will be my guide into Edom? |
| 11 | Have you not sent us away from you, O God? and you go not out with our armies. |
| 12 | Give us help in our trouble; for there is no help in man. |
| 13 | With God we will do great things; for by him will our haters be crushed underfoot. |