Psalms 108

1 Song of a Psalm by David. O God, my heart is ready, my heart is ready; I will sing and sing psalms 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 Awake, lute and harp; I will awake early.

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

3 I will give thanks to you, O Lord, amongst the people; I will sing praise to you amongst the Gentiles.

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 great above the heavens, and your truth [reaches] to the clouds.

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

5 Be you exalted, O God, above the heavens; and your glory above all the earth.

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

6 That your beloved [ones] may be delivered, save with your right hand, and hear me. God has spoken in his sanctuary;

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

7 I will be exalted, and will divide Sicima, and will measure out the valley of tents.

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

8 Galaad is mine; and Manasses is mine; and Ephraim is the help of mine head; Judas is my king;

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

9 Moab is the cauldron of my hope; over Idumea will I cast my sandal; the Philistines are made subject to me.

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

10 Who will bring me into the fortified city? or who will guide me to Idumea?

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

11 Will not you, O God, who have rejected us? and will not you, O God, go forth with our hosts?

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

12 Give us help from tribulation: for vain is the help of man.

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

13 Through God we shall do valiantly; and he will bring to nothing our enemies.

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