Blessed be the Lord, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;
my rock a and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues the peoples b under me.
O Lord, what are human beings that you regard them, or mortals that you think of them?
They are like a breath; their days are like a passing shadow.
Bow your heavens, O Lord, and come down; touch the mountains so that they smoke.
Make the lightning flash and scatter them; send out your arrows and rout them.
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