Psalm 138

God hears the poor, reaches out.
Rulers everywhere sing praise:
God alone gives strength and protection.

I thank you with all I am,
I join heaven's chorus.
I bow toward your holy temple,
to praise your name.

By your love and fidelity,
you display to all
the glory of your name and promise.
As soon as I call, you act,
renewing my strength.

Around the world,
rulers praise you
for your commanding word.
They sing of your ways
"Great is your glory, Lord."

Though high up,
you see the lowly;
though far away,
you keep an eye on the proud.

When I face an opponent,
you keep me alive.
You reach out your hand,
your right hand saves me.

Lord, take up my cause,
your love lasts for ever.
Do not abandon
what your hands have made.

The International Commission on English in the Liturgy The Psalter (Chicago, IL: Archdiocese of Chicago: Liturgy Training Publications, 1995) Psalm 138.