(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.