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.
I wonder why you care, God - why do you bother with us at all?
All we are is a puff of air; we're like shadows in a campfire.
Step down out of heaven, God; ignite volcanoes in the hearts of the mountains.
Hurl your lightnings in every direction; shoot your arrows this way and that.