By David: Blessed be ADONAI, my rock, who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle.
He shows me grace; and he is my fortress, my stronghold, in whom I find shelter, my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.
ADONAI, what are mere mortals, that you notice them at all; humans, that you think about them?
Man is like a puff of wind, his days like a fleeting shadow.
ADONAI, lower the heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, make them pour out smoke.
Shoot out lightning, and scatter them; send out your arrows, and rout them.