Psalms 144:7-12

⁷It is as though my enemies surround me like a flood; reach your hand down from heaven and rescue me from them SYN. They are men from other countries

⁸who SYN always tell lies. Even in a courtroom where they swear to tell the truth they tell lies.

⁹God, I will sing a new song to you, and I will play my ten-stringed harp while I sing to you.

¹⁰You enable kings to defeat their enemies; and you rescued me, your servant David, from being killed by my enemies' swords.

¹¹So I ask you to save me from being killed by the swords that those evil people carry. Rescue me from the power MTY of those foreigners who SYN always tell lies, and who raise their right hands in courtrooms when they solemnly declare that they will tell the truth.

¹²I wish/hope that our young sons will grow up to be like strong plants SIM, and I wish/hope that our daughters will grow up to be straight and tall like the pillars SIM that stand in the corners of palaces.