Psalms 108

1 A Song, a Psalm of David. Prepared is my heart, O God, I sing, yea, I sing praise, also my honour.

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

2 Awake, psaltery and harp, I awake the dawn.

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

3 I thank Thee among peoples, O Jehovah, And I praise Thee among the nations.

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

4 For great above the heavens [is] Thy kindness, And unto the clouds Thy truth.

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

5 Be Thou exalted above the heavens, O God, And above all the earth Thy honour.

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

6 That Thy beloved ones may be delivered, Save [with] Thy right hand, and answer us.

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

7 God hath spoken in His holiness: I exult, I apportion Shechem, And the valley of Succoth I measure,

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

8 Mine [is] Gilead, mine [is] Manasseh, And Ephraim [is] the strength of my head, Judah [is] my lawgiver,

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

9 Moab [is] a pot for my washing, Upon Edom I cast my shoe, Over Philistia I shout habitually.

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

10 Who doth bring me in to the fenced city? Who hath led me unto Edom?

Who will bring me into the strong city? Who will lead me to Edom?”

11 Hast not Thou, O God, cast us off? And Thou goest not out, O God, with our hosts!

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

12 Give to us help from adversity, And vain is the salvation of man.

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

13 In God we do mightily, And He doth tread down our adversaries!

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