Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.
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,
Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished -- the likeness of a palace,
Our garners [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God [is] Jehovah!