God, my Lord, is my strength; he makes my feet swift as those of deer and enables me to tread upon the heights. For the leader; with stringed instruments.
He had them mount the summits of the land, fed them the produce of its fields; He suckled them with honey from the crags and olive oil from the flinty rock;
Happy are you, Israel! Who is like you, a people delivered by the Lord, Your help and shield, and the sword of your glory. Your enemies cringe before you; you stride upon their backs.