Thank the LORD, my rock, who trained my hands to fight and my fingers to do battle,
my merciful one, my fortress, my stronghold, and my savior, my shield, the one in whom I take refuge, and the one who brings people under my authority.
O LORD, what are humans that you should care about them? What are mere mortals that you should think about them?
Humans are like a breath of air. Their life span is like a fleeting shadow.
O LORD, bend your heaven low, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
Hurl bolts of lightning, and scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and throw them into confusion.