To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. A Song. Let God arise, Let His enemies be scattered; Let those also who hate Him flee before Him.

As smoke is driven away, So drive [them] away; As wax melts before the fire, [So] let the wicked perish at the presence of God.

Arise, O LORD, to Your resting place, You and the ark of Your strength.

Awake, awake, put on strength, O arm of the LORD! Awake as in the ancient days, In the generations of old. [Are] You not [the arm] that cut Rahab apart, [And] wounded the serpent?