He trains my hands for battle; my arms can bend a bow of bronze.
Of David. Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
He makes my feet like those of a deer and stations me upon the heights.
He makes wars to cease throughout the earth; He breaks the bow and shatters the spear; He burns the shields in the fire.
Then those who dwell in the cities of Israel will go out, kindle fires, and burn up the weapons—the bucklers and shields
Then I will strike the bow from your left hand and dash down the arrows from your right hand.