A Song, a Psalm Of David.
1My heart is fixed, O God;
I will sing, yea, I will sing praises, even with my glory.
2Awake, psaltery and harp:
I myself will awake right early.
3I will give thanks unto thee, O LORD, among the peoples:
And I will sing praises unto thee among the nations.
4For thy mercy is great above the heavens,
And thy truth reacheth unto the skies.
5Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens:
And thy glory above all the earth.
6That thy beloved may be delivered,
Save with thy right hand, and answer us.
7God hath spoken in his holiness; I will exult:
I will divide Shechem, and mete out the valley of Succoth.
8Gilead is mine; Manasseh is mine;
Ephraim also is the defence of mine head;
Judah is my sceptre.
9Moab is my washpot;
Upon Edom will I cast my shoe:
Over Philistia will I shout.
10Who will bring me into the fenced city?
Who hath led me unto Edom?
11Hast not thou cast us off, O God?
And thou goest not forth, O God, with our hosts.
12Give us help against the adversary:
For vain is the help of man.
13Through God we shall do valiantly:
For he it is that shall tread down our adversaries.