PSALMS.
Chapter 108.
A song; a psalm by David. My heart is confident, O God. I want to sing and make music even with my soul. 
Wake up, harp and lyre! I want to wake up at dawn. 
I want to give thanks to you among the people, O Lord. I want to make music to praise you among the nations 
because your mercy is higher than the heavens. Your truth reaches the skies. 
May you be honored above the heavens, O God. Let your glory extend over the whole earth. 
Save ⌞us⌟ with your powerful hand, and answer us so that those who are dear to you may be rescued. 
God has promised the following through his holiness: “I will triumph! I will divide Shechem. I will measure the valley of Succoth. 
Gilead is mine. Manasseh is mine. Ephraim is the helmet on my head. Judah is my scepter. 
Moab is my washtub. I will throw my shoe over Edom. I will shout in triumph over Philistia.” 
Who will bring me into the fortified city? Who will lead me to Edom? 
Isn’t it you, O God, who rejected us? Isn’t it you, O God, who refused to accompany our armies? 
Give us help against the enemy because human assistance is worthless. 
With God we will display great strength. He will trample our enemies. 
