1A Canticle Psalm, of David himself. 2My heart is prepared, O God, my heart is prepared. I will sing songs, and I will sing psalms in my glory. 3Rise up, my glory. Rise up, Psalter and harp. I will arise in early morning. 4I will confess to you, O Lord, among the peoples. And I will sing psalms to you among the nations. 5For your mercy is great, beyond the heavens, and your truth, even to the clouds. 6Be exalted, O God, beyond the heavens, and your glory, beyond all the earth, 7so that your beloved may be freed. Save with your right hand, and heed me. 8God has spoken in his holiness. I will exult, and I will divide Shechem, and I will divide by measure the steep valley of tabernacles. 9Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine, and Ephraim is the supporter of my head. Judah is my king. 10Moab is the cooking pot of my hope. I will extend my shoe in Idumea; the foreigners have become my friends. 11Who will lead me into the fortified city? Who will lead me, even into Idumea? 12Will not you, O God, who had rejected us? And will not you, O God, go out with our armies? 13Grant us help from tribulation, for vain is the help of man. 14In God, we will act virtuously, and he will bring our enemies to nothing.