Psalms 144:1-5

¹A psalm of David. Blessed be my Lord God, that teacheth mine hands to war; and my fingers to battle. (A song by David. Blessed be the Lord my God, who traineth my hands for war; and my fingers for battle.)

²My mercy, and my refuge; my taker up, and my deliverer. My defender, and I hoped in him; and thou makest subject my people under me. (My mercy, and my refuge; my defender, and my deliverer. Yea, my defender, and in whom I trust; and thou makest the peoples to be subject under me.)

³Lord, what is a man, for thou hast made (thyself) known to him; either the son of man, for thou areckonest him of some value? (Lord, what is man, that thou hast taken notice of him? or that thou carest for him? or the son of a man, that thou reckonest, or esteemest, him of some value?)

⁴A man is made like vanity; his days pass as shadow. (A person is but like vanity, yea, but a puff of air; his days pass like a shadow.)

⁵Lord, bow down thine heavens, and come thou down; touch thou the hills, and they shall make smoke.