144 Blessed be the Lord my Rock,
^(A)Who trains my hands for war,
And my fingers for battle—

3 To everything there is a season,
A ^(A)time for every purpose under heaven:

³ A time to kill,
And a time to heal;
A time to break down,
And a time to build up;

⁸ A time to love,
And a time to ^(A)hate;
A time of war,
And a time of peace.