11. Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of aliens, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
12. That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; our daughters as corner-columns, sculptured after the fashion of a palace:
13. Our granaries full, affording all manner of store; our sheep bringing forth thousands, ten thousands in our pastures;
14. Our kine laden with young; no breaking in and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets.