
1Blessed be the Lord, my rock,
who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;
2my rock* and my fortress,
my stronghold and my deliverer,
my shield, in whom I take refuge,
who subdues the peoples* under me.
3O Lord, what are human beings that you regard them,
or mortals that you think of them?
4They are like a breath;
their days are like a passing shadow.
5Bow your heavens, O Lord, and come down;
touch the mountains so that they smoke.
6Make the lightning flash and scatter them;
send out your arrows and rout them.
7Stretch out your hand from on high;
set me free and rescue me from the mighty waters,
from the hand of aliens,
8whose mouths speak lies,
and whose right hands are false.
9I will sing a new song to you, O God;
upon a ten-stringed harp I will play to you,
10the one who gives victory to kings,
who rescues his servant David.
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