³ For strangers are risen up against me, and oppressors seek after my soul: they have not set God before them. Selah.

⁷ Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;

¹¹ Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:

⁵ Thou shalt bring down the noise of strangers, as the heat in a dry place; even the heat with the shadow of a cloud: the branch of the terrible ones shall be brought low.