Psalms 144:2-14

²He is my goodnes and my fortresse, my towre and my deliuerer, my shield, and in him I trust, which subdueth my people vnder me.

³Lord, what is man that thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him!

⁴Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.

⁵Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke.

⁶Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them.

⁷Send thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers,

⁸Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹I wil sing a new song vnto thee, O God, and sing vnto thee vpon a viole, and an instrument of ten strings.

¹⁰It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde.

¹¹Rescue me, and deliuer me from the hand of strangers, whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falshood:

¹²That our sonnes may be as the plantes growing vp in their youth, and our daughters as the corner stones, grauen after the similitude of a palace:

¹³That our corners may be full, and abounding with diuers sorts, and that our sheepe may bring forth thousands and ten thousand in our streetes:

¹⁴That our oxen may be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes.