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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 the protection of my head. Juda is my king:

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

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

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 strong city? who will lead me into Edom?

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

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

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

12 O grant us help from trouble: 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 mightily: and he will bring our enemies to nothing.

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