1 Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, Who teaches my hands to war, And my fingers to battle:
2 My lovingkindness, my fortress, My high tower, my deliverer, My shield, and he in whom I take refuge; Who subdues my people under me.
3 Yahweh, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
4 Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
5 Part your heavens, Yahweh, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
6 Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.
7 Stretch out your hand from above, Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, Out of the hands of foreigners;
