Psalms

(108) Song of a Psalm by David.

¹O God, my heart is ready, my heart is ready; I will sing and sing psalms with my glory.

²Awake, lute and harp; I will awake early.

³I will give thanks to you, O Lord, among the people; I will sing praise to you among the Gentiles.

⁴For your mercy is great above the heavens, and your truth reaches to the clouds.

⁵Be you exalted, O God, above the heavens; and your glory above all the earth.

⁶That your beloved ones may be delivered, save with your right hand, and hear me. God has spoken in his sanctuary;

⁷I will be exalted, and will divide Sicima, and will measure out the valley of tents.

⁸Galaad is mine; and Manasses is mine; and Ephraim is the help of my head; Judas is my king;

⁹Moab is the caldron of my hope; over Idumea will I cast my sandal; the Philistines are made subject to me.

¹⁰Who will bring me into the fortified city? or who will guide me to Idumea?

¹¹Will not you, O God, who have rejected us? and will not you, O God, go forth with our hosts?

¹²Give us help from tribulation: for vain is the help of man.

¹³Through God we shall ¹ do valiantly; and he will bring to nothing our enemies.

1. Gr. work power.