Praise be to the Lord my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
He trains my hands for battle; my arms can bend a bow of bronze.
The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds.
They will say of me, ‘In the Lord alone are deliverance and strength.’ ” All who have raged against him will come to him and be put to shame.
With God we will gain the victory, and he will trample down our enemies.
For who is God besides the Lord? And who is the Rock except our God?
Come, let us sing for joy to the Lord; let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation.
Be my rock of refuge, to which I can always go; give the command to save me, for you are my rock and my fortress.
Trust in the Lord forever, for the Lord, the Lord himself, is the Rock eternal.
“Take the bow in your hands,” he said to the king of Israel. When he had taken it, Elisha put his hands on the king’s hands.
I called to the Lord, who is worthy of praise, and I have been saved from my enemies.
You make your saving help my shield, and your right hand sustains me; your help has made me great.