Psalms 108

1 A song. A Psalm of David. My heart is steadfast, O God; I will sing and make music with all my being.

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

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

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

3 I will praise You, O LORD, among the nations; I will sing Your praises among the peoples.

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

4 For Your loving devotion extends beyond the heavens, and Your faithfulness reaches to the clouds.

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

5 Be exalted, O God, above the heavens; may Your glory cover all the earth.

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

6 Respond and save us with Your right hand, that Your beloved may be delivered.

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

7 God has spoken from His sanctuary: “I will triumph! I will parcel out Shechem and apportion the Valley of Succoth.

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

8 Gilead is Mine, and Manasseh is Mine; Ephraim is My helmet, Judah is My scepter.

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

9 Moab is My washbasin; upon Edom I toss My sandal; over Philistia I shout in triumph.”

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

10 Who will bring me to the fortified city? Who will lead me to Edom?

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

11 Have You not rejected us, O God? Will You no longer march out, O God, with our armies?

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

12 Give us aid against the enemy, for the help of man is worthless.

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

13 With God we will perform with valor, and He will trample our enemies.

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