Praise be to the LORD my Rock,1 who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
He is my loving God and my fortress,2 my stronghold3 and my deliverer, my shield,4 in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoplesa5 under me.
O LORD, what is man6 that you care for him, the son of man that you think of him?
Man is like a breath;7 his days are like a fleeting shadow.85
Part your heavens,9 O LORD, and come down;10 touch the mountains, so that they smoke.116
Send forth lightning12 and scatter13 [the enemies]; shoot your arrows14 and rout them.
Reach down your hand from on high;15 deliver me and rescue me16 from the mighty waters,17 from the hands of foreigners18