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 canticle of a psalm for David himself. My heart is ready, O God, my heart is ready: I will sing, and will give praise, with my glory.

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

Arise, my glory; arise, psaltery and harp: I will arise in the morning early.

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

I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: and I will sing unto thee among the populations.

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

For thy mercy is great above the heavens: and thy truth even unto the clouds.

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

Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens, and thy glory over all the earth:

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

That thy beloved may be delivered. Save with thy right hand and hear me.

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

God hath spoken in his holiness. I will rejoice, and I will divide Sichem and I will mete out the vale of tabernacles.

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

Galaad is mine, and Manasses is mine and Ephraim the protection of my head. Juda is my king:

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

Moab the pot of my hope. Over Edom I will stretch out my shoe: the aliens are become my friends.

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

Who will bring me into the strong city? who will lead me into Edom?

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

Wilt not thou, O God, who hast cast us off? and wilt not thou, O God, go forth with our armies?

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

O grant us help from trouble: for vain is the help of man.

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

Through God we shall do mightily: and he will bring our enemies to nothing.