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⁹ I will sing a new song to you, O God;
   upon a ten-stringed harp I will play to you,
¹⁰ the one who gives victory to kings,
   who rescues his servant David.
¹¹ Rescue me from the cruel sword,
   and deliver me from the hand of aliens,
whose mouths speak lies,
   and whose right hands are false.

¹² May our sons in their youth
   be like plants full grown,
our daughters like corner pillars,
   cut for the building of a palace.
¹³ May our barns be filled
   with produce of every kind;
may our sheep increase by thousands,
   by tens of thousands in our fields,
¹⁴   and may our cattle be heavy with young.
May there be no breach in the walls,^* no exile,
   and no cry of distress in our streets.

¹⁵ Happy are the people to whom such blessings fall;
   happy are the people whose God is the Lord.