(108) Song of a Psalm by David. O God, my heart is ready, my heart is ready; I will sing and sing psalms with my glory.
Awake, lute and harp; I will awake early.
I will give thanks to you, O Lord, among the people; I will sing praise to you among the Gentiles.
For your mercy is great above the heavens, and your truth reaches to the clouds.
Be you exalted, O God, above the heavens; and your glory above all the earth.
That your beloved ones may be delivered, save with your right hand, and hear me. God has spoken in his sanctuary;
I will be exalted, and will divide Sicima, and will measure out the valley of tents.
Galaad is mine; and Manasses is mine; and Ephraim is the help of my head; Judas is my king;
Moab is the caldron of my hope; over Idumea will I cast my sandal; the Philistines are made subject to me.
Who will bring me into the fortified city? or who will guide me to Idumea?
Will not you, O God, who have rejected us? and will not you, O God, go forth with our hosts?
Give us help from tribulation: for vain is the help of man.
Through God we shall do valiantly; and he will bring to nothing our enemies.
