A song; a psalm by David.
I want to sing and make music even with my soul.[a]
2 Wake up, harp and lyre!
I want to wake up at dawn.
3 I want to give thanks to you among the people, O Lord.
I want to make music to praise you among the nations
4 because your mercy is higher than the heavens.
Your truth reaches the skies.
Let your glory extend over the whole earth.
so that those who are dear to you may be rescued.
“I will triumph!
I will divide Shechem.
I will measure the valley of Succoth.
8 Gilead is mine.
Manasseh is mine.
Ephraim is the helmet on my head.
Judah is my scepter.
9 Moab is my washtub.
I will throw my shoe over Edom.
I will shout in triumph over Philistia.”
Who will lead me to Edom?
11 Isn’t it you, O God, who rejected us?
Isn’t it you, O God, who refused to accompany our armies?
because human assistance is worthless.
13 With God we will display great strength.
He will trample our enemies.
Footnotes
- 108:1 Or “my glory.”