3 O Yahweh, what is man that you regard him,
or the son of man that you think of him?
4Man is like a breath,
his days are like a passing shadow.
5Bow your heavens, O Yahweh, and come down!
Touch the mountains that they smoke!
6Flash forth the lightning and scatter them,
send out your arrows and rout them!
7Stretch forth your hand from on high,
rescue me and deliver me from the many waters,
from the hand of aliens,
8whose mouths speak lies,
and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9I will sing a new song to you, O God;
upon a ten-stringed harp I will play to you,
10who gives victory to kings,
who rescues David your servant.
11Rescue me from the cruel sword,
and deliver me from the hand of aliens,
whose mouths speak lies,
and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
12May our sons in their youth be like plants full grown,
our daughters like corner pillars cut for the structure of a palace;
13may our garners be full, providing all manner of store;
may our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
14may our cattle be heavy with young,
suffering no mischance or failure in bearing;
may there be no cry of distress in our streets!
15Happy the people to whom such blessings fall!
Happy the people whose God is Yahweh!
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