(143-1) Blessed be the Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, and my fingers to war.
(143-2) My mercy, and my refuge: my support, and my deliverer: My protector, and I have hoped in him: who subdueth my people under me.
(143-3) Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?
(143-4) Man is like to vanity: his days pass away like a shadow.
(143-5) Lord, bow down thy heavens and descend: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
(143-6) Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: shoot out thy arrows, and thou shalt trouble them.