Psalms 107

¹A canticle of a psalm for David himself. ²My heart is ready, O God, my heart is ready: I will sing, and will give praise, with my glory. ³Arise, my glory; arise, psaltery and harp: I will arise in the morning early. ⁴I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: and I will sing unto thee among the nations. ⁵For thy mercy is great above the heavens: and thy truth even unto the clouds. ⁶Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens, and thy glory over all the earth: ⁷That thy beloved may be delivered. Save with thy right hand and hear me. ⁸God hath spoken in his holiness. I will rejoice, and I will divide Sichem and I will mete out 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. Over Edom I will stretch out my shoe: the aliens are become my friends. ¹¹Who will bring me into the strong city? who will lead me into Edom? ¹²Wilt not thou, O God, who hast cast us off? and wilt not thou, O God, go forth with our armies? ¹³O grant us help from trouble: for vain is the help of man. ¹⁴Through God we shall do mightily: and he will bring our enemies to nothing.