(To the choir-master. A psalm. Of David.)

The Lord listen to thee in thy time of need, the power of Jacob’s God be thy protection!

May he send thee aid from his holy place, watch over thee, there on mount Sion;

may he remember all thy offerings, and find savour in thy burnt-sacrifice.

May he grant thee what thy heart desires, crown thy hopes with fulfilment.

So may we rejoice at thy deliverance, rallied in the name of the Lord our God;

abundantly may he grant thy prayer. Shall I doubt that the Lord protects the king he has anointed, will listen to him from his sanctuary in heaven? Is not his right hand strong to save?

Let others talk of horses and chariots; our refuge is the name of the Lord our God.

Stumbled and fallen they, while we stand firm on our feet.

O Lord, save the king,✻ and hear us in the hour when we call upon thee.