My heart exults in you, O God; * my triumph song is lifted in you. My mouth derides my enemies, * for I rejoice in your salvation. There is none holy like you, * nor any rock to be compared to you, our God. Do not heap up prideful words or speak in arrogance; * Only God is knowing and weighs all actions. The bows of the mighty are broken, * but the weak are clothed in strength. Those once full now labor for bread, * those who hungered now are well fed. The childless woman has borne sevenfold, * while the mother of many is forlorn. God destroys and brings to life, casts down and raises up; * gives wealth or takes it away, humbles and dignifies. God raises the poor from the dust; * and lifts the needy from the ash heap To make them sit with the rulers * and inherit a place of honor. For the pillars of the earth are God’s * on which the whole earth is founded.