Psalms 108

1 A song, a psalm of David. My heart is fixed, God; I will sing, yes, I will sing praises also with my honored heart.

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

2 Wake up, lute and harp; I will wake up the dawn.

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

3 I will give thanks to you, Yahweh, among the peoples; I will sing praises to you among the nations.

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

4 For your covenant faithfulness is great above the heavens; and your trustworthiness reaches to the skies.

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

5 Be exalted, God, above the heavens, and may your glory be exalted over all the earth.

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

6 So that those you love may be rescued, rescue us with your right hand and answer me.

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

7 God has spoken in his holiness; “I will rejoice; I will divide Shechem and apportion out the Valley of Succoth.

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

8 Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine; Ephraim also is my helmet; Judah is my scepter.

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

9 Moab is my washbasin; over Edom I will throw my shoe; I will shout in triumph because of Philistia.

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 to Edom?”

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

11 God, have you not rejected us? You do not go into battle with our army.

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

12 Give us help against the enemy, for man's help is futile.

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

13 We will triumph with God's help; he will trample down our enemies.

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