8 Whose mouth speaketh deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: Upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
10 Thou art he that giveth salvation unto kings; Who rescueth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of aliens, Whose mouth speaketh deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
12 When our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth, And our daughters as corner-stones hewn after the fashion of a palace;
13 [When] our garners are full, affording all manner of store, [And] our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
14 [When] our oxen are well laden; [When there is] no breaking in, and no going forth, And no outcry in our streets:
