Psalms 108

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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