1 A Song, a Psalm of David. (108:2) 2 Awake, psaltery and harp; I will awake the dawn. 3 I will give thanks unto Thee, O LORD, among the peoples; and I will sing praises unto Thee among the nations. 4 For Thy mercy is great above the heavens, and Thy truth reacheth unto the skies. 5 Be Thou exalted, O God, above the heavens; and Thy glory be above all the earth. 6 That Thy beloved may be delivered, save with Thy right hand, and answer me. 7 God spoke in His holiness, that I would exult; that I would divide Shechem, and mete out the valley of Succoth. 8 Gilead is mine, Manasseh is mine; Ephraim also is the defence of my head; Judah is my sceptre. 9 Moab is my washpot; upon Edom do I cast my shoe; over Philistia do I cry aloud. 10 Who will bring me into the fortified city? Who will lead me unto Edom? 11 Hast not Thou cast us off, O God? and Thou goest not forth, O God, with our hosts? 12 Give us help against the adversary; for vain is the help of man. 13 Through God we shall do valiantly; for He it is that will tread down our adversaries. | |