1  Blessed be the Lord, my rock,

who ^ptrains my hands for war,

and my fingers for battle;

2  he is my steadfast love and my fortress,

my stronghold and my deliverer,

my shield and he in whom I take refuge,

who ^qsubdues peoples¹ under me.

3  O Lord, ^rwhat is man that you regard him,

or the son of man that you think of him?

4  Man is like a ^sbreath;

his days are like a passing ^tshadow.

5  ^uBow your heavens, O Lord, and come down!

^vTouch the mountains so that they smoke!

6  Flash forth the lightning and scatter them;

send out your ^warrows and rout them!

7  Stretch out your hand from on high;

rescue me and ^xdeliver me from the many waters,

from the hand of foreigners,

8  whose mouths speak lies

and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.