Psalms 144:5-11

⁵Lord, bow down thine heavens, and come thou down; touch thou the hills, and they shall make smoke.

⁶Light thou shining, and thou shalt scatter them; send thou out thine arrows, and thou shalt trouble them.

⁷Send out thine hand from on high, ravish me out, and deliver thou me from many waters; and from the hand of alien sons.

⁸The mouth of whom spake vanity; and the right hand of them is the right hand of wickedness.

⁹God, I shall sing to thee a new song; I shall say psalm to thee in psaltery of ten strings.

¹⁰Which givest health to kings, which again-boughtest David, thy servant; from the wicked sword ravish thou out me.

¹¹And deliver thou me from the hand of alien sons; the mouth of which spake vanity, and the right hand of them is the right hand of wickedness.