1 Blessed be the Lord, my rock,who teaches my hands to war,and my fingers to battle:
2 my loving kindness, my fortress,my high tower, my deliverer,my shield, and he in whom I take refuge;who subdues my people under me.
3 Lord, what is man, that you care for him?Or the son of man, that you think of him?
4 Man is like a breath.His days are like a shadow that passes away.