Psalms 144:11-13

¹¹Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand is a right hand of falsehood,

¹²Because our sons are as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished — the likeness of a palace,

¹³Our garners are full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,