3Lord, what are mortals that you care for them, humans, that you think of them?
4They are like a breath, their days as a shadow that passes.
5Lord, bow your heavens and come down: touch the hills, so that they smoke.
6Flash forth lightning and scatter them, your arrows send forth and confound them.
7Stretch out your hand from on high; pluck me out of the mighty waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
8who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
9O God, a new song I would sing you, on a ten-stringed harp make you music.
Psalms 144
Psalms 144:3-9