He trains my hands for battle,
So that my arms can bend a bow of bronze.
A Psalm of David.
Blessed be the Lord, my rock,
Who trains my hands for war,
And my fingers for battle;
“You have also given me the shield of Your salvation,
And Your help makes me great.
He makes wars to cease to the end of the earth;
He breaks the bow and cuts the spear in two;
He burns the chariots with fire.
A spirit of justice for him who sits in judgment,
A strength to those who repel the onslaught at the gate.
Thus says the Lord to Cyrus His anointed,
Whom I have taken by the right hand,
To subdue nations before him
And to loose the loins of kings;
To open doors before him so that gates will not be shut:
“Thus says the Lord of hosts,
‘Behold, I am going to break the bow of Elam,
The finest of their might.
On that day I will break the bow of Israel in the valley of Jezreel.”