A Psalm of David. Blessed be the Lord my Rock, Who trains my hands for war, And my fingers for battle--
My lovingkindness and my fortress, My high tower and my deliverer, My shield and the One in whom I take refuge, Who subdues my people a under me.
Lord, what is man, that You take knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that You are mindful of him?
Man is like a breath; His days are like a passing shadow.
Bow down Your heavens, O Lord, and come down; Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
Flash forth lightning and scatter them; Shoot out Your arrows and destroy them.