Blessed be the Lord, my rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to battle. You are my loving kindness and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer, and my shield. Lord, what is man, or the son of man, that you care for him? Man is like a breath, a shadow that passes away. Part your heavens, Lord, and touch the mountains that they will smoke. Throw out lightning, send out arrows, and deliver me from great waters and out of the hands of foreigners. I will sing to you a new song. I will play on the ten-stringed lyre so that you will rescue David, your servant, from the foreigners. May our sons be like young trees, grown tall in their youth, and our daughters like slim pillars, carved to adorn a palace. May our barns be full, filled with all kinds of provisions, and may our sheep produce thousands more. May our oxen not pull heavy loads or have accidents. Happy are the people whose God is the Lord.