Send forth lightning, and scatter them, || Send forth Your arrows, and trouble them, Send forth Your hand from on high, || Free me, and deliver me from many waters, || From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth has spoken vanity, || And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood. O God, I sing to You a new song, || I sing praise to You on a stringed instrument of ten strings. Who is giving deliverance to kings, || Who is freeing His servant David from the sword of evil.