1-2. Blessed be God, my mountain,who trains me to fight fair and well.He’s the bedrock on which I stand,the castle in which I live,my rescuing knight,The high crag where I run for dear life,while he lays my enemies low.
11. Rescue me from the enemy sword,release me from the grip of those barbariansWho lie through their teeth,who shake your handthen knife you in the back.