Psalms 144:11-15

¹¹Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of the children of the stranger, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.

¹²So that our sons may be like plants, grown up in their youth: our daughters, like corner-pillars, sculptured in the model of a palace.

¹³May our garners be full, furnishing all manner of store: our sheep bringing forth thousands and ten thousands in our open pastures.

¹⁴May our oxen be strong to labor: may there be no breach, nor migration, nor loud complaint in our streets.

¹⁵Happy the people, that fare thus: happy the people, whose God is the Lord.