For the Chief Musician.
By the sons of Korah.
A contemplative psalm.
We have heard with our ears, God; our fathers have told us what work you did in their days, in the days of old.
You drove out the nations with your hand, but you planted them.
You afflicted the peoples, but you spread them abroad.
For they didn’t get the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them; but your right hand, your arm, and the light of your face, because you were favorable to them.
God, you are my King.
Command victories for Jacob!