Of David. Blessed be Adonai my Rock— who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
Who trains my hands for battle, so my arms can bend a bronze bow.
Then he said to the king of Israel, “Mount your hand on the bow!” So he mounted his hand on it. Elisha then laid his hands on the king’s hands,
He said, I love You, Adonai my strength!
Adonai is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer. My God is my rock, in Him I take refuge, my shield, my horn of salvation, my stronghold.
As for God, His way is perfect. The word of Adonai is pure. He is a shield to all who take refuge in Him.
He makes my feet like those of deer and makes me stand on my heights.
He trains my hands for battle, so my arms can bend a bronze bow.
Should it not be You, O God— who spurned us and no longer goes out with our armies?
Be to me a sheltering rock where I may always go. Give the command to save me— for You are my rock and my fortress.
O come, let us sing for joy to Adonai. Let us shout for joy to the rock of our salvation.
Trust in Adonai forever, for the Lord Adonai is a Rock of ages.
They will say of Me, ‘Only in Adonai is righteousness and strength.’ All who have raged against Him will come to Him and be put to shame.
For the weapons of our warfare are not fleshly but powerful through God for the tearing down of strongholds. We are tearing down false arguments