The psalm begins by blessing the Lord, my rock, who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle. He calls him my steadfast love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me.
Verses 3 and 4 wonder: O Lord, what is man that you regard him? Man is like a breath, his days are like a passing shadow. Verses 5 to 8 ask God to bow the heavens and come down, to touch the mountains so they smoke, to flash forth lightning and shoot his arrows, and to stretch out his hand from on high to rescue David from the mighty waters and from the hand of foreigners whose mouths speak lies and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Verses 9 and 10 promise a new song with a ten-stringed harp to God who gives victory to kings and rescues David from the cruel sword. Verse 11 repeats the plea to rescue him from the hand of foreigners. Verses 12 to 14 describe the people he longs to see: sons like plants full grown, daughters like corner pillars cut for the structure of a palace, barns full, sheep by the thousands, oxen heavy with produce, no breach or exile and no cry of distress in the streets. Verse 15 ends with two beatitudes: blessed are the people to whom this is so, blessed are the people whose God is the Lord.