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.
12 That, as the plants, our sons may bein youth grown up that are;Our daughters like to corner-stones,carv'd like a palace fair.