Psalms 144:4-9

⁴Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone.

⁵Come down, O Lord, from your heavens: at your touch let the mountains give out smoke.

⁶With your storm-flames send them in flight: send out your arrows for their destruction.

⁷Put out your hand from on high; make me free, take me safely out of the great waters, and out of the hands of strange men;

⁸In whose mouths are false words, and whose right hand is a right hand of deceit.

⁹I will make a new song to you, O God; I will make melody to you on an instrument of ten cords.