1 Blessed be the Lord my strength, who trains my hands for the battle and my fingers for the war:
2 My mercy and my fortress; my high tower and my deliverer; my shield and he in whom I trust, who subdues my people under me.
3 Lord, what is man that thou knowest him? or the son of man, that thou esteemeth him?
4 Man is like unto vanity; his days are as a shadow that passes away.
5 Bow thy heavens, O Lord, and come down; touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.