My heart rejoices in Yahweh; * I find my strength in Yahweh.

I laugh out loud at my enemies * as I rejoice in your saving help.

    There is no Holy One like Yahweh; * there is no Rock like our God.

    Bring your arrogant words to an end, * keep your lips from boasting,

    for Yahweh is an all-knowing God, * the Mighty who weighs men's deeds.

       The bows of the mighty are broken, * but the weak are clothed with strength.

       Those with plenty must labor for bread, * but the hungry need work no more.

           The childless wife has children now, * but the fruitful wife bears no more.

           Yahweh puts to death and gives life, * he brings men to the grave and back.

           The Lord makes poor and makes rich, * he brings men low and raises them on high.

       He raises the poor from the dust, * he lifts the needy from the refuse dump,

       to make them companions of princes, * to give them a glorious throne.

    For the foundations of the earth are the Lord's, * on them he has set the world.

    He guards the steps of his faithful, * but the wicked perish in Darkness.

    For no man's power gives him victory; * the enemies of Yahweh shall be broken.

The Most High will thunder in the heavens; * Yahweh will judge the whole world.

He will give power to his king * and exalt the might of his anointed.