1 Blessed be the Lord my rock, ♦︎
who teaches my hands for war and my fingers for battle;
2 My steadfast help and my fortress,
my stronghold and my deliverer,
my shield in whom I trust, ♦︎
who subdues the peoples under me.
3 O Lord, what are mortals that you should consider them; ♦︎
mere human beings, that you should take thought for them?
4 They are like a breath of wind; ♦︎
their days pass away like a shadow.