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[a]Lord, incline your heavens and come down;
    touch the mountains and make them smoke.(A)
Flash forth lightning and scatter my foes;
    shoot your arrows and rout them.
Reach out your hand from on high;
    deliver me from the many waters;
    rescue me from the hands of foreign foes.

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Footnotes

  1. 144:5–7 Adapted in large part from Ps 18:10, 15, 17; 104:32.