Mine hands to war he taught, mine arms brake bows of steel in pieces.
He teacheth my hands to war, So that a bow of steel is broken by mine arms.
He teaches my hands to war, so that my arms can bend a bow of bronze.
He teacheth my hands to war; So that mine arms do bend a bow of brass.
who trains my hands for war so my arms can bend a bronze bow.
O blessed ever be the Lord, who is my strength and might, Who doth instruct my hands to war, my fingers teach to fight.
Unto the ends of all the earth wars into peace he turns: The bow he breaks, the spear he cuts, in fire the chariot burns.