Psalms 144:3-12

³Lord, what is man, that thou takest cognizance of him: the son of a mortal, that thou regardest him!

⁴Man is like the breath: his days are like a passing shadow.

⁵O Lord, bend thy heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, that they may smoke.

⁶Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: send out thy arrows, and confound them.

⁷Stretch out thy hands from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of the children of the stranger.

⁸Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.

⁹O God, a new song will I sing unto thee: upon the ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praises unto thee.

¹⁰Thou art he that giveth victory unto kings: who riddeth David his servant from the evil-bringing sword.

¹¹Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of the children of the stranger, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.

¹²So that our sons may be like plants, grown up in their youth: our daughters, like corner-pillars, sculptured in the model of a palace.