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.
9 To you, O God, I will sing a new song. On the psaltery, with an instrument of ten strings, I will sing psalms to you.
10 He gives salvation to kings. He has redeemed your servant David from the malignant sword.
11 Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of the sons of foreigners. Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.