By David. Blessed [is] Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for battle.
My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!
Jehovah, what [is] man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?
Man to vanity hath been like, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,