The Book of Psalms

A Canticle Psalm, of David himself.

My heart is prepared, O God, my heart is prepared. I will sing songs, and I will sing psalms in my glory.

Rise up, my glory. Rise up, Psalter and harp. I will arise in early morning.

I will confess to you, O Lord, among the peoples. And I will sing psalms to you among the nations.

For your mercy is great, beyond the heavens, and your truth, even to the clouds.

Be exalted, O God, beyond the heavens, and your glory, beyond all the earth,

so that your beloved may be freed. Save with your right hand, and heed me.

God has spoken in his holiness. I will exult, and I will divide Shechem, and I will divide by measure the steep valley of tabernacles.

Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine, and Ephraim is the supporter of my head. Judah is my king.

Moab is the cooking pot of my hope. I will extend my shoe in Idumea; the foreigners have become my friends.

Who will lead me into the fortified city? Who will lead me, even into Idumea?

Will not you, O God, who had rejected us? And will not you, O God, go out with our armies?

Grant us help from tribulation, for vain is the help of man.

In God, we will act virtuously, and he will bring our enemies to nothing.

My heart is steadfast, God. I will sing and I will make music with my soul.

Wake up, harp and lyre! I will wake up the dawn.

I will give thanks to you, LORD, among the nations. I will sing praises to you among the peoples.

For your loving kindness is great above the heavens. Your faithfulness reaches to the skies.

Be exalted, God, above the heavens! Let your glory be over all the earth.

That your beloved may be delivered, save with your right hand, and answer us.

God has spoken from his sanctuary: “In triumph, I will divide Shechem, and measure out the valley of Succoth.

Gilead is mine. Manasseh is mine. Ephraim also is my helmet. Judah is my scepter.

Moab is my wash pot. I will toss my sandal on Edom. I will shout over Philistia.”

Who will bring me into the fortified city? Who will lead me to Edom?

Haven’t you rejected us, God? You don’t go out, God, with our armies.

Give us help against the enemy, for the help of man is vain.

Through God, we will do valiantly, for it is he who will tread down our enemies.