Blessed be the Lord, my rock, who trains my hands for battle, my fingers for war;
My safeguard and my fortress, my stronghold, my deliverer, my shield in whom I trust,
who subdues peoples under me.

Lord, what are mortals that you notice them; human beings, that you take thought of them?
They are but a breath; their days are like a passing shadow.
Lord, incline your heavens and come; touch the mountains and made them smoke.
Flash forth lightning and scatter my foes; shoot your arrows and rout them.
Reach out your hand from on high; deliver me from many waters;
rescue me from the hands of foreign foes.
Their mouths speak untruth; their right hands are raised in lying oaths.