A Song, a mizmor of David:
My heart stands firm, O God.
I will sing and will play music, indeed, to my glory!
Awake, o harp and lyre.
I will awaken the dawn!
I will praise you among the nations, Yahweh,
and I will make music among the peoples.
For your faithfulness is great—it goes above the heavens!
And your truthfulness goes above the sky!
Rise above the heavens, God,
and let your glory rise above all the earth!
So that your beloved ones will be saved;
Grant salvation by your right hand and answer me!
God has spoken in his holiness:
"I will exult over and divide up Shechem,
and I will apportion the valley of Succoth
Gilead is mine.
Manasseh is mine.
Ephraim is my helmet.
Judah is my scepter.
Moab is my washbasin.
I will throw my shoe at Edom.
I will loudly triumph over Philistia."
Who will lead me to a fortified city?
Who will guide me to Edom?
Have you not rejected us, God?
You do not go out, God, with our armies.
Give us help against the foe;
Vain is the salvation of humans.
With God, we will do mightily!
He will tread down our foes!
