Praise, for David himself. I will extol thee, O God my king: and I will bless thy name for ever; yea, for ever and ever.
The heavens shew forth the glory of God, and the firmament declareth the work of his hands.
He teacheth my hands to war: and maketh my arms like a bow of brass.
For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty to God unto the pulling down of fortifications, destroying counsels,
For every knee shall be bowed to me: and every tongue shall swear.
A canticle for David himself, when the house was built after the captivity. Sing ye to the Lord a new canticle: sing to the Lord, all the earth.
Let the mountains receive peace for the people: and the hills justice.
You have hoped in the Lord for evermore: in the Lord God, mighty for ever.
He said to the king of Israel: Put thy hand upon the bow. And when he had put his hand, Eliseus put his hands over the king's hands,
Day to day uttereth speech, and night to night sheweth knowledge.