Psalms 144:5-9

Bend down Your heavens, Lord, and come down; Touch the mountains, that they may smoke.

Flash forth lightning and scatter them; Send out Your arrows and confuse them.

Reach out with Your hand from on high; Rescue me and save me from great waters, From the hand of foreigners

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

God, I will sing a new song to You; On a harp of ten strings I will sing praises to You,