Psalm 107

1A canticle of a psalm for David himself. 2My heart is ready, O God, my heart is ready: I will sing, and will give praise, with my glory. 3Arise, my glory; arise, psaltery and harp: I will arise in the morning early. 4I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: and I will sing unto thee among the populations. 5For thy mercy is great above the heavens: and thy truth even unto the clouds. 6Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens, and thy glory over all the earth: 7That thy beloved may be delivered. Save with thy right hand and hear me. 8God hath spoken in his holiness. I will rejoice, and I will divide Sichem and I will mete out the vale of tabernacles. 9Galaad is mine, and Manasses is mine and Ephraim the protection of my head. Juda is my king: 10Moab the pot of my hope. Over Edom I will stretch out my shoe: the aliens are become my friends. 11Who will bring me into the strong city? who will lead me into Edom? 12Wilt not thou, O God, who hast cast us off? and wilt not thou, O God, go forth with our armies? 13O grant us help from trouble: for vain is the help of man.