⁵ Bow thy heavens, O Jehovah, and come down: Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

⁶ Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; Send out thine arrows, and discomfit them.

⁷ Stretch forth thy hand from above; Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, Out of the hand of aliens;

⁸ Whose mouth speaketh deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹ I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: Upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.

¹⁰ Thou art he that giveth salvation unto kings; Who rescueth David his servant from the hurtful sword.

¹¹ Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of aliens, Whose mouth speaketh deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

¹² When our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth, And our daughters as corner-stones hewn after the fashion of a palace;

¹³ `When' our garners are full, affording all manner of store, `And' our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;

¹⁴ `When' our oxen are well laden; `When there is' no breaking in, and no going forth, And no outcry in our streets:

¹⁵ Happy is the people that is in such a case; `Yea', happy is the people whose God is Jehovah. Psalm 145 `A' `Psalm' `of' praise; of David.