Psalms 108

1 A Canticle Psalm, of David himself. My heart is prepared, O God, my heart is prepared. I will sing songs, and I will sing psalms in my glory.

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

2 Rise up, my glory. Rise up, Psalter and harp. I will arise in early morning.

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

3 I will confess to you, O Lord, among the peoples. And I will sing psalms to you among the nations.

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

4 For your mercy is great, beyond the heavens, and your truth, even to the clouds.

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

5 Be exalted, O God, beyond the heavens, and your glory, beyond all the earth,

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

6 so that your beloved may be freed. Save with your right hand, and heed me.

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

7 God has spoken in his holiness. I will exult, and I will divide Shechem, and I will divide by measure the steep valley of tabernacles.

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

8 Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine, and Ephraim is the supporter of my head. Judah is my king.

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

9 Moab is the cooking pot of my hope. I will extend my shoe in Idumea; the foreigners have become my friends.

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

10 Who will lead me into the fortified city? Who will lead me, even into Idumea?

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

11 Will not you, O God, who had rejected us? And will not you, O God, go out with our armies?

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

12 Grant us help from tribulation, for vain is the help of man.

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

13 In God, we will act virtuously, and he will bring our enemies to nothing.

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