Psalms 108

1 A Song, a Melody: David’s. Fixed, is my heart, O God, I will sing and touch the strings, even mine honour.

A Song. A Psalm. Of David. O God, my heart is fixed; I will make songs and melody, even with my glory.

2 Awake, O harp and lyre, I will awaken the dawn!

Give out your sounds, O corded instruments: the dawn will be awaking with my song.

3 I will thank thee among the peoples, O Yahweh, and will sing praise unto thee, among the tribes of men.

I will give you praise, O Lord, among the peoples; I will make melody to you among the nations.

4 For, great, above the heavens, is thy lovingkindness, and, as far as the skies, thy faithfulness.

For your mercy is higher than the heavens: and your unchanging faith than the clouds.

5 Be thou exalted above the heavens, O God, And, above all the earth, be thy glory.

Be lifted up, O God, higher than the heavens; let your glory be over all the earth.

6 To the end thy beloved ones may be delivered, Oh save thou with thy right hand and answer me!

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 God, hath spoken in his holiness, I will exult! I will apportion Shechem! And, the Vale of Succoth, will I measure out;

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 Mine, is Gilead—mine, Manasseh, but, Ephraim, is the defence of my head, Judah, is my commander’s staff;

Gilead is mine; Manasseh is mine; Ephraim is the strength of my head; Judah is my law-giver;

9 Moab, is my wash-bowl, Upon Edom, will I throw my shoe, Over Philistia, raise a shout of triumph.

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 conduct me to a fortified city? Who will lead me as far as Edom?

Who will take me into the strong town? who will be my guide into Edom?

11 Hast not thou, O God, rejected us? and wilt not go forth, O God, with our hosts.

Have you not sent us away from you, O God? and you go not out with our armies.

12 Grant us help out of distress, for, vain, is the deliverance of man:

Give us help in our trouble; for there is no help in man.

13 In God, shall we do valiantly, He himself, therefore, shall tread down our adversaries.

With God we will do great things; for by him will our haters be crushed underfoot.