Psalms 144:1-8

¹By David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands to war, and my fingers to battle—

²my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.

³Yahweh, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?

⁴Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

⁵Part your heavens, Yahweh, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

⁶Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.

⁷Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners,

⁸whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.