O Yahweh, what is man, that You know him?
Or the son of man, that You think of him?
Man is like a breath;
His days are like a passing shadow.
O Yahweh, bow Your heavens, and come down;
Touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
Flash forth lightning and scatter them;
Send out Your arrows and confuse them.
Send forth Your hand from on high;
Set me free and deliver me out of many waters,
Out of the hand of foreigners
Whose mouth speaks worthlessness,
And whose right hand is a right hand of lying.
O God, I will sing a new song to You;
Upon a harp of ten strings I will sing praises to You,
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How blessed are the people for whom God is Yahweh!