Psalms 107

¹A canticle of Psalm, to David himself.

²My heart is ready, o God, my heart is ready : I will chant and will sing in my glory.

³Arise my glory, arise psalter and harp: I will arise early.

⁴I will confess to thee in peoples, o Lord: and I will sing to thee in the Nations.

⁵Because thy mercy is great above the heavens: & thy truth even to the clouds.

⁶Be exalted above the heavens o God, and thy glory over all the earth:

⁷that thy beloved may be delivered. Save with thy right hand, and hear me:

⁸God spake in his holy: I will rejoice, and will divide Sichem, and I will measure the vale of tabernacles.

⁹Galaad is mine, and Manasses is mine: and Ephraim the protection of my head. Juda is my king:

¹⁰Moab the pot of my hope. Upon Idumea I will extend my shoe: the strangers are made my friends.

¹¹Who will conduct me into a fenced city? Who will conduct me into Idumea?

¹²Wilt not thou, o God, which hast repelled us, and wilt not thou go forth, o God, in our hosts?

¹³Give us help out of tribulation: because man's salvation is vain.

¹⁴In God we shall do strength: and he will bring our enemies to nothing.