1 May the Lord, my rock, be praised, who trains my hands for battleand my fingers for warfare.
2 He is my faithful love and my fortress,my stronghold and my deliverer.He is my shield, and I take refuge in Him; He subdues my people under me.
3 Lord, what is man, that You care for him,the son of man, that You think of him?
4 Man is like a breath;his days are like a passing shadow.