For, behold, the wicked bend the bow,
They make ready their arrow upon the string
To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

If a man does not repent, He will sharpen His sword;
He has bent His bow and made it ready.

For I am ready to fall,
And my sorrow is continually before me.

For the choir director; according to the Shoshannim. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. A Song of Love.
My heart overflows with a good theme;
I address my verses to the King;
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.

They devise injustices, saying,
“We are ready with a well-conceived plot”;
For the inward thought and the heart of a man are deep.

For You, Lord, are good, and ready to forgive,
And abundant in lovingkindness to all who call upon You.

Let Your hand be ready to help me,
For I have chosen Your precepts.

He trains my hands for battle,
So that my arms can bend a bow of bronze.

For You have girded me with strength for battle;
You have subdued under me those who rose up against me.

Who is the King of glory?
The Lord strong and mighty,
The Lord mighty in battle.

Draw also the spear and the battle-axe to meet those who pursue me;
Say to my soul, “I am your salvation.”

He will redeem my soul in peace from the battle which is against me,
For they are many who strive with me.

You also turn back the edge of his sword
And have not made him stand in battle.

The sons of Ephraim were archers equipped with bows,
Yet they turned back in the day of battle.

“O God the Lord, the strength of my salvation,
You have covered my head in the day of battle.

A Psalm of David.
Blessed be the Lord, my rock,
Who trains my hands for war,
And my fingers for battle;