He trains my hand for battle, so that my arm may bend a bow of bronze.
Blessed be the Lord my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;
And I will strike your bow out of your left hand and will cause your arrows to fall out of your right hand.
He makes wars cease to the end of the earth; He breaks the bow and shatters the spear; He burns the chariot in the fire.
Then David said to the Philistine, “You come to me with a sword, a spear, and a shield, but I come to you in the name of the Lord of Hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have reviled.
He will flee from the iron weapon; a bronze bow will pierce him through.