Psalms 144:1-7

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.

⁷Stretch out your hand from on high; pluck me out of the mighty waters, out of the hands of foreigners,