1 My heart doth in Jehovah joy,
My horn in Jah is lift on high,
My mouth enlarg'd is o'er my foe,
For in thy health rejoyce do I.
2 Like to the Lord, there's holy none,
For there is none besides but thee :
And other rock there is not one,
That to our God compar'd may be,
3 Speak ye out no presumptuous word,
No harshnefs from your mouth proceed,
For God of knowledge is the Lord,
Also by him are actions weigh'd.
4 The strong man's bows are shivered,
And they that slipt are girt with power.
5 The full have hir'd themselves for bread,
And hungry ceas'd from wanting more,
She that was barren seven bear
The fruitful woman weak is grown.
6 The Lord doth kill, and lile doth spare.
He lifts up, and to grave brings down.
7 The Lord both poor and rich doth make;
He raiseth up, and bringeth low.
8 The poor he up from dust doth take,
He beggar lifts the dunghill fro.
To give him place with princely lords.
To fix Him on a glorious throne;
For earth's foundations are the Lord's,
And he hath set the world thereon.
9 His holy ones their feet he will
Preserve so that they shall not fail;
The vile in darkness shall be still,
For no man shall by strength prevail.
10 The adversaries of the Lord
Shall broken be to pieces small
And he from heaven shall accord
To thunder forth upon them all.
The borders of the earth the Lord
Shall justly judge, and he likewise
Unto his king shall strength afford,
And make his oynted's horn to rise.