7Stretch out your hand from on high; pluck me out of the mighty waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
8who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
9O God, a new song I would sing you, on a ten-stringed harp make you music.
10For to kings you give the victory, and David your servant you save.
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.