11 deliver me;rescue me from the hands of foreign foes.Their mouths speak untruth;their right hands are raised in lying oaths.
12 May our sons be like plantswell nurtured from their youth,Our daughters, like carved columns,shapely as those of the temple.
13 May our barns be fullwith every kind of store.May our sheep increase by thousands,by tens of thousands in our fields;may our oxen be well fattened.
14 May there be no breach in the walls,no exile, no outcry in our streets.
15 Blessed the people so fortunate;blessed the people whose God is the Lord.