Thomson(i)
4 Man is like vanity, his days glide away like a shadow.
5 O Lord, bow thy heaven and come down: touch the mountains and let them smoke.
6 Flash lightnings and thou wilt scatter them; dart thy bolts and thou wilt discomfit them;
7 stretch forth thy hand from on high; rescue me and deliver me from many waters; out of the hand of the children of strangers,
8 whose mouth hath uttered falsehood, and whose right hand is a right hand of deceit