The Book of Psalms

 1 Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to ^awar, and my fingers to fight:

 2 My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.

 3 Lord, what is ^aman, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!

 4 Man is like to ^avanity: his days are as a ^bshadow that passeth away.

 5 Bow thy heavens, O Lord, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

 6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.

 7 Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of ^astrange children;

 8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of ^afalsehood.

 9 I will ^asing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.

 10 It is he that giveth ^asalvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.

 11 Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh ^avanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:

 12 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:

 13 That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:

 14 That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.

 15 ^aHappy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the Lord.