Teaching my hands to war, and a bow of brass was bent by mine arms.

For thine arrows came down upon me, and thy hand will press down upon me.

A word of Belial will press upon him: and when he lay down, he will not add to rise up.

Thou wilt sell thy people without riches, and thou didst not increase by their price.

To the overseer for the silent dove of those far off: to David, a poem in the rovers taking him in Gath. Compassionate me, O God, for man panted after me; warring all the day, he will press me.

And their enemies will press them, and they shall be humbled under their hand.

Thou didst press me behind and before, and thou wilt place thine hand upon me.