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