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.
About King James Version
This King James Version is based upon the Pure Cambridge Edition first published around 1900. It has been carefully typeset to remove any typographical errors and accurately reflects the original text.