Psalms 144:1-9

¹A psalm of David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle.

²You are my covenant faithfulness and my fortress, my high tower and the one who rescues me, my shield and the one in whom I take refuge, the one who subdues nations under me.

³Yahweh, what is man that you take notice of him or the son of man that you think about him?

⁴Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.

⁵Cause the sky to sink and come down, Yahweh; touch the mountains and make them smoke.

⁶Send flashes of lightning and scatter my enemies; shoot your arrows and drive them back in confusion.

⁷Reach out your hand from above; rescue me out of many waters, from the hand of foreigners.

⁸Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is falsehood.

⁹I will sing a new song to you, God; on a lute of ten strings I will sing praises to you,