Psalms 144:9-14

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.

¹³I wish/hope that our barns will be full of many different crops. I wish/hope that the sheep in our fields will give birth to tens of thousands of baby lambs.

¹⁴I wish/hope that our cows will give birth to many calves without having any miscarriages or deaths when they are born (OR, that no enemies will break through our city walls and take us ◄into exile/to their own countries►). I wish/hope that there will not be a time when the people in our streets cry out in distress because foreign armies are invading.