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

There broke he the flashings of the bow, shield and sword and battle. Selah.

The descendants of Ephraim were sharp shooters with the bow, but they retreated in the day of battle.

And Thou girdest me with strength for battle, Causest my withstanders to bow under me.

Sound your battle cry against the wild beast of the reeds, and the nations that assemble like a herd of calves led by bulls! They humble themselves and offer gold and silver as tribute. God scatters the nations that like to do battle.

Who is this King of glory? Jehovah strong and mighty, Jehovah mighty in battle.

He hath redeemed my soul in peace from the battle against me: for there were many about me.

Yea, thou hast turned back the edge of his sword, and hast not made him stand in the battle.

Jehovah, the Lord, is the strength of my salvation: thou hast covered my head in the day of battle.

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

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

Your people will volunteer
on Your day of battle.
In holy splendor, from the womb of the dawn,
the dew of Your youth belongs to You.

My Strength, I will sing praises to you, for you, God of Gracious Love, are my fortress. To the Director: A special Davidic psalm to the tune of "Lily of The Covenant," for teaching about his battle with Aram-naharaim and Aram-zobah, when Joab returned and attacked 12,000 Edomites in the Salt Valley.

At the sound of your battle cry, God of Jacob, both horse and chariot rider fell into deep sleep.