1 Of David. Blessed be Adonai my Rock— who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
2 He is my lovingkindness, my fortress, my strong tower, and my deliverer, my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.
3 Adonai, what is man, that You take note of him? Or the son of man, that You consider him?
4 Man is like a breath— his days are like a passing shadow.
5 Adonai, part Your heavens and come down. Touch the mountains, so they smoke.