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:
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