11 Save me from these foreigners. They are all liars, even when they swear to tell the truth.
12 May our sons be as strong as trees and our daughters as beautiful as the carved columns of a palace.
13 May our barns be filled with crops of all kinds. May our sheep produce so many lambs, that thousands of sheep will fill our fields.
14 And may our cows be heavy with calves. May no enemy break through our walls or carry away any of our people. May there be no cries of pain in our streets.