Praise the Lord, my Rock, who trains me for war, who trains me for battle.

He protects me like a strong, walled city, and he loves me. He is my defender and my Savior, my shield and my protection. He helps me keep my people under control.

Lord, why are people important to you? Why do you even think about human beings?

People are like a breath; their lives are like passing shadows.

Lord, tear open the sky and come down. Touch the mountains so they will smoke.

Send the lightning and scatter my enemies. Shoot your arrows and force them away.

Reach down from above. Save me and rescue me out of this sea of enemies, from these foreigners.

They are liars; they are dishonest.

God, I will sing a new song to you; I will play to you on the ten-stringed harp.

You give victory to kings. You save your servant David from cruel swords.

Save me, rescue me from these foreigners. They are liars; they are dishonest.

Let our sons in their youth grow like plants. Let our daughters be like the decorated stones in the Temple.

Let our barns be filled with crops of all kinds. Let our sheep in the fields have thousands and tens of thousands of lambs.

Let our cattle be strong. Let no one break in. Let there be no war, no screams in our streets.

Happy are those who are like this; happy are the people whose God is the Lord. A psalm of praise. Of David.