3 Lord, what are mortals, that you notice them;mere mortals, that you pay attention to them?
4 They are like a puff of wind;their days are like a passing shadow.
5 O Lord, tear the sky apart and come down;touch the mountains, and they will pour out smoke.
6 Send flashes of lightning and scatter your enemies;shoot your arrows and send them running.
7 Reach down from above,pull me out of the deep water, and rescue me;save me from the power of foreigners,
8 who never tell the truthand lie even under oath.
9 I will sing you a new song, O God;I will play the harp and sing to you.