The Lord, my protector, deserves praise – the one who trains my hands for battle, and my fingers for war,
He trains my hands for battle; my arms can bend even the strongest bow.
Then Elisha told the king of Israel, “Aim the bow.” He did so, and Elisha placed his hands on the king’s hands.
The Lord is my high ridge, my stronghold, my deliverer. My God is my rocky summit where I take shelter, my shield, the horn that saves me, and my refuge.
I called to the Lord, who is worthy of praise, and I was delivered from my enemies.
Indeed, who is God besides the Lord? Who is a protector besides our God?
You give me your protective shield; your right hand supports me; your willingness to help enables me to prevail.
By God’s power we will conquer; he will trample down our enemies.
Be my protector and refuge, a stronghold where I can be safe! For you are my high ridge and my stronghold.
Come! Let’s sing for joy to the Lord! Let’s shout out praises to our protector who delivers us!
Trust in the Lord from this time forward, even in Yah, the Lord, an enduring protector!
they will say about me, “Yes, the Lord is a powerful deliverer.”’” All who are angry at him will cower before him.
for the weapons of our warfare are not human weapons, but are made powerful by God for tearing down strongholds. We tear down arguments