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.
LORD, what are human beings6 that you care for them, mere mortals that you think of them?
They are like a breath;7 their days are like a fleeting shadow.85
Part your heavens,9 LORD, and come down;10 touch the mountains, so that they smoke.116
Send forth lightning12 and scatter13 the enemy; shoot your arrows14 and rout them.