9O God, I will sing a new song to you. I will sing a psalm to you on a ten-stringed harp. 10You are the one who gives victory to kings. You are the one who snatches your servant David away from a deadly sword. 11Snatch me, and rescue me from foreigners' hands. Their mouths speak lies. Their right hands take false pledges. 12May our sons be like full-grown, young plants. May our daughters be like stately columns that adorn the corners of a palace. 13May our barns be filled with all kinds of crops. May our sheep give birth to thousands of lambs, tens of thousands in our fields. 14May our cattle have many calves. May no one break in, and may no one be dragged out. May there be no cries of distress in our streets. 15Blessed are the people who have these blessings! Blessed are the people whose God is the LORD!
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