Psalms 144:9-14

⁹I wil sing a new song vnto thee, O God, and sing vnto thee vpon a viole, and an instrument of ten strings.

¹⁰It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde.

¹¹Rescue me, and deliuer me from the hand of strangers, whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falshood:

¹²That our sonnes may be as the plantes growing vp in their youth, and our daughters as the corner stones, grauen after the similitude of a palace:

¹³That our corners may be full, and abounding with diuers sorts, and that our sheepe may bring forth thousands and ten thousand in our streetes:

¹⁴That our oxen may be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes.