2 My mercy and my refuge, my supporter and my deliverer, my protector and him in whom I have hoped: he subdues my people under me.
3 O Lord, what is man that you have become known to him? Or the son of man that you consider him?
4 Man has been made similar to vanity. His days pass by like a shadow.
5 O Lord, incline your heavens and descend. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
6 Send a flash of lightning, and you will scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and you will set them in disarray.
7 Send forth your hand from on high: rescue me, and free me from many waters, from the hand of the sons of foreigners.
8 Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.