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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

To the end thy beloved ones may be delivered, Oh save thou with thy right hand and answer 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 exult! I will apportion Shechem! And, the Vale of Succoth, will I measure out;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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