Psalms 107

¹A Canticle Psalm, of David himself

²My heart is prepared, O God, my heart is prepared. I will sing songs, and I will sing psalms in my glory

³Rise up, my glory. Rise up, Psalter and harp. I will arise in early morning

⁴I will confess to you, O Lord, among the peoples. And I will sing psalms to you among the nations

⁵For your mercy is great, beyond the heavens, and your truth, even to the clouds

⁶Be exalted, O God, beyond the heavens, and your glory, beyond all the earth

⁷so that your beloved may be freed. Save with your right hand, and heed me

⁸God has spoken in his holiness. I will exult, and I will divide Shechem, and I will divide by measure the steep valley of tabernacles

⁹Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine, and Ephraim is the supporter of my head. Judah is my king

¹⁰Moab is the cooking pot of my hope. I will extend my shoe in Idumea; the foreigners have become my friends

¹¹Who will lead me into the fortified city? Who will lead me, even into Idumea

¹²Will not you, O God, who had rejected us? And will not you, O God, go out with our armies

¹³Grant us help from tribulation, for vain is the help of man

¹⁴In God, we will act virtuously, and he will bring our enemies to nothing