| 1 | Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, Who teaches my hands to war, And my fingers to battle: |
| 2 | My lovingkindness, 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. Psalm 145 A praise psalm by David. |