5 Lord, bow thy heav'ns, come down, touch thouthe hills, and smoke shall they.
6 Cast forth thy lightning, scatter them;thine arrows shoot, them rout.
7 Thine hand send from above, me save;from great depths draw me out;And from the hand of children strange,
8 Whose mouth speaks vanity;And their right hand is a right handthat works deceitfully.
9 A new song I to thee will sing,Lord, on a psaltery;I on a ten-string'd instrumentwill praises sing to thee.
10 Ev'n he it is that unto kingssalvation doth send;Who his own servant David dothfrom hurtful sword defend.
11 O free me from strange children's hand,whose mouth speaks vanity;And their right hand a right hand isthat works deceitfully.