11. Rescue me from the enemy sword,release me from the grip of those barbariansWho lie through their teeth,who shake your handthen knife you in the back.
12-14. Make our sons in their primelike sturdy oak trees,Our daughters as shapely and brightas fields of wildflowers.Fill our barns with great harvest,fill our fields with huge flocks;Protect us from invasion and exile—eliminate the crime in our streets.
15. How blessed the people who have all this!How blessed the people who have God for God!