May you be comended, O Lord,
In your own strength,
For the king trusts in you,
And your hand will find your enemies,
By your right hand,
All who hate you shall be found.
Make them as a fiery oven,
In the time of your anger,
Devour and swallow them up with fire!
Destroy their offspring from the earth,
And their descendents from among the sons of men,
For evil intended against you,
They cannot achieve.
Prepare your bow,
Make ready your arrows,
Toward their faces,
Cause them to turn their backs,
Cover them with their shame,
By uncovering their lies and deceitful acts.
Through your mercy,
May the true king not be moved,
For he finds joy in your strength,
And in your salvation he rejoices,
Giving you glory,
Majesty is placed upon him,
As you give him his hearts desire,
Do not withhold the request of his lips,
For he is exceedingly glad with your presence,
He is forever blessed.
Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty,
Who was, and is, and is to come.
Herman Salazar, Jr.