¹ Blessed be the Lord, my rock,
    who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle,^(A)

³⁴ He trains my hands for war,
    so that my arms can bend a bow of bronze.^(A)

² The Lord is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer,
    my God, my rock in whom I take refuge,
    my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.^(A)

³⁵ He trains my hands for war,
    so that my arms can bend a bow of bronze.^(A)

³ for not by their own sword did they win the land,
    nor did their own arm give them victory,
but your right hand, and your arm,
    and the light of your countenance,
    for you delighted in them.^(A)

¹² With God we shall do valiantly;
    it is he who will tread down our foes.^(A)

³⁰ How could one have routed a thousand
    and two put a myriad to flight,
unless their Rock had sold them,
    the Lord had given them up?^(A)
31 Indeed, their rock is not like our Rock;
    our enemies are fools.^[a](B)