1Of David. Blest be the Lord my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for fighting.
2My rock and my fortress, my tower, my deliverer, my shield, behind whom I take refuge, who lays nations low at my feet.
3Lord, what are mortals that you care for them, humans, that you think of them?
4They are like a breath, their days as a shadow that passes.
5Lord, bow your heavens and come down: touch the hills, so that they smoke.
6Flash forth lightning and scatter them, your arrows send forth and confound them.