Psalms 144:9-14

⁹O God, I will sing a new song unto thee; with the ten-stringed lute will I sing psalms unto thee:

¹⁰Who givest salvation unto kings; who rescuest David thy servant from the hurtful sword.

¹¹Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of aliens, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

¹²That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; our daughters as corner-columns, sculptured after the fashion of a palace:

¹³Our granaries full, affording all manner of store; our sheep bringing forth thousands, ten thousands in our pastures;

¹⁴Our kine laden with young; no breaking in and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets.