Psalms 144:3-7

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,