Psalm 108

My heart, God, is steadfast; I'll sing and make music.
Awake harp and lyre!  I'll wake up the dawn!
I'll give thanks to you, LORD, among all the peoples;
I'll praise you in song to the nations beyond.

Your love is much higher than heaven above us;
your faithfulness reaches the clouds in the sky.
O God, be exalted above highest heavens;
shine glory that covers the earth from on high.​

​Save your beloved people with your right hand's power.
God's spoken in holiness, Triumph is mine!
With joy, I'll divide up and parcel out Shechem;
the valley of Succoth will I reassign.

For Gilead's mine as is also Manasseh;
my helmet is Ephraim; Judah's my seat.
My washpot is Moab; my shoes cast to Edom;
I'll triumph and shout o'er Philistia's defeat!

Now, who will take me to the fortified city?
​And who'll lead me up to that Edomite gate?
Are we not forgotten, God, with your rejection?
You no longer march with our armies of late.

Oh, give us your help with our foes to defeat them,
for hope of salvation by man is in vain.
With God's help we'll do mighty things with great valor;
he'll trample our enemies down with disdain.