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

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

3 I will confess to you, O Lord, among the peoples. And I will sing psalms 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 great, beyond the heavens, and your truth, even to the clouds.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

11 Will not you, O God, who had rejected us? And will not you, O God, go 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 Grant us help from tribulation, for vain is the help of man.

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

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

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