7 Reach down from above,pull me out of the deep water, and rescue me;save me from the power of foreigners,
8 who never tell the truthand lie even under oath.
9 I will sing you a new song, O God;I will play the harp and sing to you.
10 You give victory to kingsand rescue your servant David.
11 Save me from my cruel enemies;rescue me from the power of foreigners,who never tell the truthand lie even under oath.
12 May our sons in their youthbe like plants that grow up strong.May our daughters be like stately pillarswhich adorn the corners of a palace.
13 May our barns be filledwith crops of every kind.May the sheep in our fieldsbear young by the tens of thousands.