<> Blessed be the LORD my strength, who teacheth my hands to war and my fingers to fight;
my goodness and my fortress, my high tower and my deliverer, my shield and He in whom I trust, who subdueth my people under me.
LORD, what is man that Thou takest notice of him? Or the son of man that Thou makest account of him?
Man is like vanity; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
Bow Thy heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
Cast forth lightning and scatter them; shoot out Thine arrows and destroy them.