1. Blessed be the Lord, my rock, Who trains my hands for war, And my fingers for battle;
2. My lovingkindness and my fortress, My stronghold and my deliverer, My shield and He in whom I take refuge, Who subdues my people under me.
3. O Lord, what is man, that You take knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that You think of him?
4. Man is like a mere breath; His days are like a passing shadow.
5. Bow Your heavens, O Lord, and come down; Touch the mountains, that they may smoke.