- I will sing a new song to You, O God; Upon a harp of ten strings I will sing praises to You,
- Who gives salvation to kings, Who rescues David His servant from the evil sword.
- Rescue me and deliver me out of the hand of aliens, Whose mouth speaks deceit And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
- Let our sons in their youth be as grown-up plants, And our daughters as corner pillars fashioned as for a palace;
- Let our garners be full, furnishing every kind of produce, And our flocks bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
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- I will sing a new song to you, O God; on the ten-stringed lyre I will make music to you,
- to the One who gives victory to kings, who delivers his servant David from the deadly sword.
- Deliver me and rescue me from the hands of foreigners whose mouths are full of lies, whose right hands are deceitful.
- Then our sons in their youth will be like well-nurtured plants, and our daughters will be like pillars carved to adorn a palace.
- Our barns will be filled with every kind of provision. Our sheep will increase by thousands, by tens of thousands in our fields;
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