1Blessed be the Lord, my strength, teaching my hands to pop off and my fingers to fight, fr.

2My goodness, my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and the one I trust; who’s got my back, no cap.

3Lord, what’s up with man that you even notice him? Or the son of man, that you care about him?

4Man’s like a vibe that fades; his days are just shadows that dip out.

5Bow down, heavens, O Lord, and come through: touch the mountains, and they’ll start vibing.

6Throw down some lightning and scatter them: shoot your arrows and take them out, savage.

7Send your hand from above; rescue me and pull me out of deep waters, from the hands of those sus kids.

8Their mouths are all talk, and their right hand is just full of lies, fr.

9I’m gonna sing a new jam to you, O God: on a psaltery and an instrument with ten strings, I’ll give you mad praise.

10He’s the one who gives salvation to kings; who saves David, his homie, from the sketchy sword.

11Rescue me and deliver me from those sus kids, whose mouths are all talk, and their right hand is just full of lies.

12May our sons be like plants growing strong; may our daughters be like cornerstones, polished and goated like a palace.

13May our barns be full, holding all kinds of goodies; may our sheep produce thousands in our streets, no cap.

14May our oxen be strong to work; may there be no breaking in or going out; may there be no complaints in our streets.

15Blessed is that people in such a situation: for real, blessed is that people whose God is the Lord.

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

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

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

4Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

12That 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:

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

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

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