1 To the chiefMusician for the sons of Korah, Maschil. We have heard with our ears, O God, our fathers have told us, what work thou didst in their days, in the times of old.
2 How thou didst drive out the heathen with thy hand, and didst plant them; how thou didst afflict the people, and cast them out.
3 For they obtained not the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own armsave them: but thy right hand, and thy arm, and the light of thy countenance, because thou hadst a favor to them.
4 Thou art my King, O God: command deliverances for Jacob.
5 Through thee will we push down our enemies: through thy name we will tread them under that rise up against us.
6 For I will not trust in my bow, neither shall my swordsave me.