Rescue from Battle
1Of David. Blessed be Adonai my Rock— who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
2He is my lovingkindness, my fortress, my strong tower, and my deliverer, my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.
3Adonai, what is man, that You take note of him? Or the son of man, that You consider him?
4Man is like a breath— his days are like a passing shadow.
5Adonai, part Your heavens and come down. Touch the mountains, so they smoke.
6Flash forth lightning and scatter them. Send out Your arrows and confuse them.
7Stretch forth Your hands from on high. Snatch me, deliver me out of deep waters, out of the hand of foreigners,
8whose mouth speaks falsehood, whose right hand is a right hand of deceit.
9God, I sing a new song to You, on a ten-string harp I sing praises to You—
10who gives salvation to kings, who rescues Your servant David from the evil sword.
11Snatch me, deliver me out of the hand of foreigners, whose mouth speaks falsehood, whose right hand is a right hand of deceit.
12Then our sons will be like plants nurtured in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars carved for the construction of a palace.
13Our storehouses are full, supplying every kind of produce. Our flocks increase by thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
14Our oxen bear a heavy load. There is no breach, no going into captivity, no outcry in our streets.
15Happy are such a people! Blessed are the people whose God is Adonai!