1 Blessed be the Lord my rock, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
2 My lovingkindness, 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; send out thine arrows, and discomfit them.
7 Stretch forth thine hand from above; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of strangers;