Psalms 144:13 YLT

¹¹  Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand 'is' a right hand of falsehood,

¹²  Because our sons 'are' as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished -- the likeness of a palace,

¹³  Our garners 'are' full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,

¹⁴  Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.

¹⁵  O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God 'is' Jehovah!