⁵ Jehovah, bow thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they smoke;

⁶ Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; send forth thine arrows, and discomfit them:

⁷ Stretch out thy hands from above; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of aliens,

⁸ Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹ O God, I will sing a new song unto thee; with the ten-stringed lute will I sing psalms unto thee:

¹⁰ Who givest salvation unto kings; who rescuest David thy servant from the hurtful sword.

¹¹ Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of aliens, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

¹² That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; our daughters as corner-columns, sculptured after the fashion of a palace:

¹³ Our granaries full, affording all manner of store; our sheep bringing forth thousands, ten thousands in our pastures;

¹⁴ Our kine laden [with young]; no breaking in and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets.

¹⁵ Blessed the people that is in such a case! Blessed the people whose God is Jehovah!