A Psalm of David.
Who trains my hands for war,
And my fingers for battle;
My stronghold and my deliverer,
My shield and He in whom I take refuge,
Who subdues my people under me.
Or the son of man, that You think of him?
His days are like a passing shadow.
Touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
Send out Your arrows and confuse them.
Rescue me and deliver me out of great waters,
Out of the hand of aliens
And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Upon a harp of ten strings I will sing praises to You,
Who rescues David His servant from the evil sword.
Whose mouth speaks deceit
And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
And our daughters as corner pillars fashioned as for a palace;
And our flocks bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
Without mishap and without loss,
Let there be no outcry in our streets!
How blessed are the people whose God is the LORD!