Psalms 144:5-11

5O Lord, bend your heaven low, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

6Hurl bolts of lightning, and scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and throw them into confusion.

7Stretch out your hands from above. Snatch me, and rescue me from raging waters and from foreigners’ hands.

8Their mouths speak lies. Their right hands take false pledges.

9O God, I will sing a new song to you. I will sing a psalm to you on a ten-stringed harp.

10You are the one who gives victory to kings. You are the one who snatches your servant David away from a deadly sword.

11Snatch me, and rescue me from foreigners’ hands. Their mouths speak lies. Their right hands take false pledges.