144:4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
144:5 Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
144:6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
144:7 Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
144:8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
144:9 I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
144:10 It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
144:11 Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
144:12 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:
144:13 That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets: