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11 Rescue me and deliver me
    from the control of foreigners,[a]
whose mouths speak lies,
    and whose right hand deceives.[b]

12 May our sons in their youth be like full-grown plants,
    and our daughters like pillars
        destined to decorate a palace.
13 May our granaries be filled,
    storing produce in abundance;
may our sheep bring forth thousands,
    even tens of thousands in our fields.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 144:11 Lit. the hand of the sons of strangers
  2. Psalm 144:11 I.e. they swear to false oaths