9I will sing a new song to you, O God!

I will sing your praises with a ten-stringed harp.

10For you grant victory to kings!

You rescued your servant David from the fatal sword.

11Save me!

Rescue me from the power of my enemies.

Their mouths are full of lies;

they swear to tell the truth, but they lie instead.

12May our sons flourish in their youth

like well-nurtured plants.

May our daughters be like graceful pillars,

carved to beautify a palace.

13May our barns be filled

with crops of every kind.

May the flocks in our fields multiply by the thousands,

even tens of thousands,

14and may our oxen be loaded down with produce.

May there be no enemy breaking through our walls,

no going into captivity,

no cries of alarm in our town squares.

15Yes, joyful are those who live like this!

Joyful indeed are those whose God is the Lord.