Blessed be the Lord my Rock, Who trains my hands for war, And my fingers for battle—
He teaches my hands to make war, So that my arms can bend a bow of bronze.
The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer; My God, my strength, in whom I will trust; My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds,
He shall say, ‘Surely in the Lord I have righteousness and strength. To Him men shall come, And all shall be ashamed Who are incensed against Him.
Through God we will do valiantly, For it is He who shall tread down our enemies.
For who is God, except the Lord? And who is a rock, except our God?
Oh come, let us sing to the Lord! Let us shout joyfully to the Rock of our salvation.
Be my strong refuge, To which I may resort continually; You have given the commandment to save me, For You are my rock and my fortress.
Trust in the Lord forever, For in YAH, the Lord, is everlasting strength.
Then he said to the king of Israel, “Put your hand on the bow.” So he put his hand on it, and Elisha put his hands on the king’s hands.
I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised; So shall I be saved from my enemies.
You have also given me the shield of Your salvation; Your right hand has held me up, Your gentleness has made me great.