Psalms 144:9-15

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.

¹³May our barns be bursting with produce of all kinds. In the fields may our sheep bear by thousands and ten thousands.

¹⁴May our cattle be fat, our walls unbreached, may no cry of distress ring in our streets.

¹⁵Happy the people who fares so well: and so fares the people whose God is the Lord.