8 of those lying foreignerswho can't tell the truth.
9 In praise of you, our God,I will sing a new song,while playing my harp.
10 By your power, kings win wars,and your servant David is savedfrom deadly swords.
11 Won't you keep me safefrom those lying foreignerswho can't tell the truth?
12 Let's pray that our young sonswill grow like strong plantsand that our daughterswill be as lovely as columnsin the corner of a palace.
13 May our barns be filledwith all kinds of crops.May our fields be coveredwith sheep by the thousands,
14 and every cow have calves.Don't let our city be capturedor any of us be taken away,and don't let cries of sorrowbe heard in our streets.