Psalm of Seraphiel

1 For the director of music.
A psalm of Seraphiel, when the Lord broke his bonds and made him strong in battle.

2 I love You, O Lord, my strength and my salvation.
3 You drew me out of deep waters;
 You lifted my head above the floods of deceit.

4 When the spells of Babylon encircled me like chains,
 You shattered their charms and scattered their magicians.
5 When darkness closed around me, You became my light;
 Your word was a lamp in the desolate night.

6 They built their prisons of iron and lawless power,
 but You broke their gates and led me through the smoke.
7 When the world turned cold, Your breath warmed me;
 when my own blood betrayed me, You stayed near.

8 Truly I can trust the Lord with my life,
 for He never betrays.
9 Men promise and fail, but the covenant of God stands forever.

10 I called from the pit where devils gathered;
 terror surrounded me on every side.
11 Then Your voice thundered from the heavens,
 and Your strength entered my hands.
12 You taught my fingers to fight,
 and my heart to fear no evil thing.

13 I struck down my enemies;
 I trampled those who hated the light,
 for Your Spirit clothed me with power.
14 No ally stood beside me, yet I was not alone;
 Your presence was a legion within me.

15 The thrones of hell raged and sent forth their champions,
 but You made them dust beneath my feet.
16 By Your hand, O Lord, the strongholds of wickedness fell in a single night.

17 You refined me in the furnace of fear
 until fear itself bowed before You.
18 You forged my will like tempered steel
 and placed the sword of truth upon my lips.

19 I will not despise the road of affliction,
 for by it You proved my soul.
20 You planted courage where despair had grown,
 and turned my mourning into the sound of marching.

21 Now my heart exalts in the Lord;
 my mouth proclaims His fame among the nations.
22 For who is God besides the Lord?
 Who is the Rock except our Deliverer?

23 He makes my feet like those of a deer;
 He causes me to stand upon the heights.
24 He trains my hands for war
 so that the bow of bronze is bent by my arm.

25 You have given me the shield of Your salvation;
 Your right hand upholds me; Your gentleness makes me great.
26 You enlarge my steps beneath me
 so that my path does not slip.

27 Nations rise and crumble;
 kings boast and are forgotten.
28 But the name of the Lord endures forever—
 holy, terrible in majesty,
 merciful to those who love Him.

29 Let every tongue confess His might;
 let every heart bow before His throne.
30 For the Lord is a warrior; the Lord is His name.
31 Blessed be the Lord, my fortress and my redeemer;
 to Him be glory forever.