The Lord is our rock,
To Him we’re networked;
He is our help in the high place.
The bows of the mighty He breaks
But the feeble He girds with strength.
Those who are full hire themselves out for bread,
But the hungry God shall fatten with spoil.
The Lord make poor and makes rich;
He brings low and He exalts.
From the dust He raises the poor;
From ash heaps
He lifts the needy to the higher ground.
To the Lord belongs all pillars of the earth.
Our help is in the name of the Lord,
Maker of heaven and earth.