11 Snatch me, deliver me out of the hand of foreigners, whose mouth speaks falsehood, whose right hand is a right hand of deceit.
12 Then our sons will be like plants nurtured in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars carved for the construction of a palace.
13 Our storehouses are full, supplying every kind of produce. Our flocks increase by thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
14 Our oxen bear a heavy load. There is no breach, no going into captivity, no outcry in our streets.
15 Happy are such a people! Blessed are the people whose God is Adonai!