11Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, Whose mouth speaketh vanity, And their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
12That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; That our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:
13That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: That our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets: