11 Snatch me, and rescue me from foreigners’ hands.Their mouths speak lies.Their right hands take false pledges.
12 May our sons be like full-grown, young plants.May our daughters be like stately columnsthat adorn the corners of a palace.
13 May our barns be filled with all kinds of crops.May our sheep give birth to thousands of lambs,tens of thousands in our fields.
14 May our cattle have many calves.May no one break in, and may no one be dragged out.May there be no cries of distress in our streets.
15 Blessed are the people who have these blessings!Blessed are the people whose God is the Lord!