Blessed be YHWH, my Rock Who Trains my hands for war and my fingers for battles, yea my Rock and my Fortress, my Stronghold and my Deliverer, my Shield in Whom I take refuge, He Who Subdues the enemies Under Him. O Lord, what is humanity that You Do Regard them, or the son of man that You Do Think Of him? The human being is like a breath, our days are like passing shadows. So Bow Your Heavens, O Lord and Come Down! Touch the mountains that they smoke! Flash Forth the Lightning and Scatter them, Send Forth Your Arrows and Rout them Out! Stretch Forth Your Hand From On High, Rescue me and Deliver me From the many turbulent waters, from the hand of aliens, literally, DIIs are not of Gods’ Creation! whose mouths speak lies and whose hands are full of malice. My soul will sing a new song to You, O God, as if a ten stringed harp it will resonate in praise of You, He Who Gives Victory To kings and Rescues His Servants. Yea Rescue me From the cruel sword and Deliver me From the hand of aliens, whose mouths speak vainly and whose hands are full of malice. Let our sons in their youth be like trees full grown, our daughters like polished corner pillars cut for a palace, Let our garners be full with all manner of provision, Let our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields and Let our cattle be heavy with young, suffering no mischance or failure in bearing, Let there be no cry of distress in our streets! Happy will be the people to whom such Blessings Fall! Happy will be the people whose God Is YHWH!
