Psalms 144:1-4

Blessed be the Lord, my rock, Who trains my hands for war, And my fingers for battle;

My faithfulness and my fortress, My stronghold and my savior, My shield and He in whom I take refuge, Who subdues my people under me.

Lord, what is man, that You look after him? Or a son of man, that You think of him?

Man is like the breath; His days are like a passing shadow.