Geneva(i)
4 Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
5 Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke.
6 Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them.
7 Send thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers,
8 Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.