9 O God, I will sing a new song to you. With a lyre of ten strings I will sing praise to you,
10 who gives victory to kings, who rescues David his servant from the evil sword.
11 Rescue me and deliver me from the hand of foreigners, whose mouth speaks falsely, and whose right hand is a false right hand,
12 that our sons may be like plants, full grown in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars, carved in the style of a palace,
13 that our granaries may be full, providing produce of all kinds, that our sheep may produce by the thousands, by the tens of thousands in our open fields,
14 that our cattle may be pregnant; that there be no breach in our walls, and no going out in exile, and no outcry in our plazas.
15 Blessed are the people who have it thus. Blessed are the people whose God is Yahweh.