ACV(i)
4 Man is like vanity. His days are as a shadow that passes away.
5 Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them. Send out thine arrows, and discomfit them.
7 Stretch forth thy hand from above. Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of aliens,
8 whose mouth speaks deceit, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.