A Psalm *of David.
1 Blessed be the Lord †my strength,
And my fingers ato fight:
bMy shield, and he in whom I trust;
Who esubdueth my people under me.
Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
4 hMan is like to vanity:
His days are as ia shadow that passeth away.
5 kBow thy heavens, O Lord, and come down:
lTouch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6 Cast forth mlightning, and scatter them:
mShoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
From the hand of qstrange children;
8 Whose mouth rspeaketh vanity,
And their right hand is sa right hand of falsehood.
9 I will tsing a new song unto thee, O God:
Who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
11 yRid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children,
zWhose mouth speaketh vanity,
And their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
12 That our sons may be aas plants grown up in their youth;
That our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our estreets:
14 That our oxen may be †strong to labour;
That there be no hcomplaining in our streets.
15 iHappy is that people, that is in such a case:
Yea, khappy is that people, whose God is the Lord.
Heb. to the war, &c.
See Ps. 91:2.
Ps. 59:9 marg.
See Job 7:17.
See Ps. 31:7.
See Ps. 39:5.
See Job 14:2.
See Ps. 104:32.
So Ps. 57:3.
See Ps. 33:3.
Supplied from Ps. 92:3.
Or, victory. See 2 Sam. 19:2.
See Ps. 128:3.
Zec. 9:15 (Heb.).
Heb. cut. So Isai. 51:9.
Is. 58:10 (Heb.).
Heb. from d kind to kind.
Heb. able to bear burdens, or, loaden with flesh.