Psalms 144:6-13

⁶Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,

⁷Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,

⁸Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee.

¹⁰Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.

¹¹Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand is a right hand of falsehood,

¹²Because our sons are as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished — the likeness of a palace,

¹³Our garners are full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,