Psalms 144:3

Blessed be the LORD, my rock,

who trains my hands to war,

and my fingers to battle—

my loving kindness, my fortress,

my high tower, my deliverer,

my shield, and he in whom I take refuge,

who subdues my people under me.

Man is like a breath.

His days are like a shadow that passes away.

Part your heavens, LORD, and come down.

Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

Throw out lightning, and scatter them.

Send out your arrows, and rout them.