Triumphant my heart in Yahweh!
A high place my horn in Yahweh!
Wide is my mouth over my enemies,
for I delight in your deliverance.
None holy beside Yahweh!
For there is none except you,
and no Rock like our God!
Stop making much of your speech of pride, pride
goes out loose from your mouth,
for El of knowledge is Yahweh
and it is he who reckons every deed.
The bow of the valiant is shattered,
but the feeble are prepared to be strong.
Those who have feasted, in bread will be paid,
while those who have hungered - no longer!
She who was barren has now borne seven,
while the mother of many dwindles.
Yahweh brings about death and life,
casts to She’ol and lifts up.
Yahweh brings about poverty and wealth,
makes low and lifts high.
He raises from the dust the weak,
from the ash-heap lifts the poor
to seat them with nobles
and a throne of glory grant.
For Yahweh's are the foundations of the earth,
and he orders upon them the world of men.
The footsteps of his devoted he watches,
but the wicked in darkness are silenced -
for not by power grows mighty a man.
Yahweh shatters his contenders -
against them from the heavens he thunders!
Yahweh will judge the ends of the earth
giving might to his king,
lifting high the horn of his anointed.