11Snatch me from the cruel sword, rescue me from the hand of foreigners, who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
12May our sons in their youth be as plants well tended: our daughters like cornices carved as in palaces.
13May our barns be bursting with produce of all kinds. In the fields may our sheep bear by thousands and ten thousands.
Psalms 144
Psalms 144:11-13