Psalms 108

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

6 Let your right hand be stretched out for salvation, and give me an answer, so that your loved ones may be safe from danger.

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

7 This is the word of the holy God: I will be glad; I will make Shechem a heritage, measuring out the valley of Succoth.

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

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

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

9 Moab is my washpot; on Edom is the resting-place of my shoe; over Philistia will I send out a glad cry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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