Benedictus Dominus.
The prophet praiseth God, and prayeth to be delivered from his enemies.
No worldly happiness is to be compared with that of serving God.
A psalm of David against Goliath.
143:1. Blessed be the Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, and my fingers to war.
143:2. My mercy, and my refuge: my support, and my deliverer: My protector, and I have hoped in him: who subdueth my people under me.
143:3. Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?
143:4. Man is like to vanity: his days pass away like a shadow.
143:5. Lord, bow down thy heavens and descend: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
143:6. Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: shoot out thy arrows, and thou shalt trouble them.
143:7. Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children: