¹My heart is fix’d, Lord; I will sing,

and with my glory praise.

²Awake up psaltery and harp;

myself I’ll early raise.

³I’ll praise thee ‘mong the people, Lord;

’mong nations sing will I:

⁴For above heav’n thy mercy’s great,

thy truth doth reach the sky.

⁵Be thou above the heavens, Lord,

exalted gloriously;

Thy glory all the earth above

be lifted up on high.

⁶That those who thy beloved are

delivered may be,

O do thou save with thy right hand,

and answer give to me.

⁷God in his holiness hath said,

Herein I will take pleasure;

Shechem I will divide, and forth

will Succoth’s valley measure.

⁸Gilead I claim as mine by right;

Manasseh mine shall be;

Ephraim is of my head the strength;

Judah gives laws for me;

⁹Moab’s my washing-pot; my shoe

I’ll over Edom throw;

Over the land of Palestine

I will in triumph go.

¹⁰O who is he will bring me to

the city fortify’d?

O who is he that to the land

of Edom will me guide?

¹¹O God, thou who hadst cast us off,

this thing wilt thou not do?

And wilt not thou, ev’n thou, O God,

forth with our armies go?

¹²Do thou from trouble give us help,

for helpless is man’s aid.

¹³Through God we shall do valiantly;

our foes he shall down tread.