1 Blessed be the Lord my strength,which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
2 my goodness, and my fortress;my high tower, and my deliverer;my shield, and he in whom I trust;who subdueth my people under me.
3 Lord, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
4 Man is like to vanity:his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
5 Bow thy heavens, O Lord, and come down:touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them:shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
7 Send thine hand from above;rid me, and deliver me out of great waters,from the hand of strange children;