3 Lord, what is man, that thou hast such respect unto him: or the son of man, that thou so regardest him?
4 Man is like a thing of nought: his time passeth away like a shadow.
5 Bow thy heavens, O Lord, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6 Cast forth thy lightning, and tear them: shoot out thine arrows, and consume them.
7 Send down thine hand from above: deliver me, and take me out of the great waters, from the hand of strange children;
8 Whose mouth talketh of vanity: and their right hand is a right hand of wickedness.
9 I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: and sing praises unto thee upon a ten-stringed lute.
10 Thou hast given victory unto kings: and hast delivered David thy servant from the peril of the sword.
11 Save me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children: whose mouth talketh of vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity.
12 That our sons may grow up as the young plants: and that our daughters may be as the polished corners of the temple.