1 To the chief music-maker. Of the sons of Korah Maschil.
2It has come to our ears, O God, our fathers have given us the story, of the works which you did in their days, in the old times,
3Uprooting the nations with your hand, and planting our fathers in their place; cutting down the nations, but increasing the growth of your people.
4For they did not make the land theirs by their swords, and it was not their arms which kept them safe; but your right hand, and your arm, and the light of your face, because you had pleasure in them.
5You are my King and my God; ordering salvation for Jacob.
6Through you will we overcome our haters; by your name will they be crushed under our feet who are violent against us.
7I will not put faith in my bow, my sword will not be my salvation.
