³ Lord, what are mortals, that you notice them;
    mere mortals, that you pay attention to us?
⁴ We are like a puff of wind;
    our days are like a passing shadow.

⁵ O Lord, tear the sky open and come down;
    touch the mountains, and they will pour out smoke.
⁶ Send flashes of lightning and scatter your enemies;
    shoot your arrows and send them running.
⁷ Reach down from above,
    pull me out of the deep water, and rescue me;
    save me from the power of foreigners,
⁸     who never tell the truth
    and lie even under oath.

⁹ I will sing you a new song, O God;
    I will play the harp and sing to you.
¹⁰ You give victory to kings
    and rescue your servant David.
¹¹ Save me from my cruel enemies;
    rescue me from the power of foreigners,
    who never tell the truth
    and lie even under oath.

¹² May our sons in their youth
    be like plants that grow up strong.
May our daughters be like stately columns
    which adorn the corners of a palace.
¹³ May our barns be filled
    with crops of every kind.
May the sheep in our fields
    bear young by the tens of thousands.
¹⁴ May our cattle reproduce plentifully
    without miscarriage or loss.
May there be no cries of distress in our streets.

¹⁵ Happy is the nation of whom this is true;
    happy are the people whose God is the Lord!