9. God, I sing a new song to You, on a ten-string harp I sing praises to You—
10. who gives salvation to kings, who rescues Your servant David from the evil sword.
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.