3. Lord, what is man, that thou of himdost so much knowledge take?Or son of man, that thou of himso great account dost make?
4. Man is like vanity; his days,as shadows, pass away.
5. Lord, bow thy heav'ns, come down, touch thouthe hills, and smoke shall they.
6. Cast forth thy lightning, scatter them;thine arrows shoot, them rout.
7. Thine hand send from above, me save;from great depths draw me out;And from the hand of children strange,
8. Whose mouth speaks vanity;And their right hand is a right handthat works deceitfully.
9. A new song I to thee will sing,Lord, on a psaltery;I on a ten-string'd instrumentwill praises sing to thee.
10. Ev'n he it is that unto kingssalvation doth send;Who his own servant David dothfrom hurtful sword defend.