1A David psalm Blessed be God, my mountain, who trains me to fight fair and well.
2He's the bedrock on which I stand, the castle in which I live, my rescuing knight, The high crag where I run for dear life, while he lays my enemies low.
3I wonder why you care, God— why do you bother with us at all?
4All we are is a puff of air; we're like shadows in a campfire.
5Step down out of heaven, God; ignite volcanoes in the hearts of the mountains.
6Hurl your lightnings in every direction; shoot your arrows this way and that.
7Reach all the way from sky to sea: pull me out of the ocean of hate, out of the grip of those barbarians
8Who lie through their teeth, who shake your hand then knife you in the back.
9O God, let me sing a new song to you, let me play it on a twelve-string guitar—
10A song to the God who saved the king, the God who rescued David, his servant.
11Rescue me from the enemy sword, release me from the grip of those barbarians Who lie through their teeth, who shake your hand then knife you in the back.
12Make our sons in their prime like sturdy oak trees, Our daughters as shapely and bright as fields of wildflowers.
13Fill our barns with great harvest, fill our fields with huge flocks;
14Protect us from invasion and exile— eliminate the crime in our streets.
15How blessed the people who have all this! How blessed the people who have God for God!