Blessed be the Lord my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;
He trains my hand for battle, so that my arm may bend a bow of bronze.
Then he said to the king of Israel, “Draw the bow.” So he drew it. Elisha put his hands on the king’s hands.
The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer; my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge; my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised, so shall I be saved from my enemies.
For who is God, but the Lord? And who is a rock, except our God?
He trains my hands for war, so that my arms can bend a bow of bronze.
You have given me the shield of Your salvation, and Your right hand has held me up, and Your gentleness has made me great.
With God we shall do valiantly, for it is He who will tread down our enemies.
Be to me a rock of refuge to which I may continually come; You have given the commandment to save me, for You are my rock and my fortress.
O come, let us sing to the Lord; let us shout joyfully to the rock of our salvation!
Trust in the Lord forever, for in God the Lord we have an everlasting rock.
Surely, one shall say, “Only in the Lord are righteousness and strength.” Men shall come to him, and all who are incensed at Him shall be ashamed.
For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God for the pulling down of strongholds,