Psalm 144:1–9

1  Blessed be the Lord, my grock,

hwho trains my hands for war,

and my fingers for battle;

2  he is my isteadfast love and my jfortress,

my kstronghold and my deliverer,

my lshield and he in whom I take refuge,

who msubdues peoples1 under me.

3  O Lord, nwhat is man that you oregard him,

or the son of man that you think of him?

4  pMan is like a breath;

his days are like qa passing rshadow.

5  sBow your heavens, O Lord, and come down!

tTouch the mountains so that they smoke!

6  uFlash forth the lightning and scatter them;

usend out your arrows and rout them!

7  vStretch out your hand from on high;

wrescue me and deliver me from the many waters,

from the hand xof foreigners,

8  whose mouths speak ylies

and whose right hand is za right hand of falsehood.

9  I will sing aa new song to you, O God;

upon aa ten-stringed harp I will play to you,