Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one's youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver Is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their enemies in the gate. Blessed are all who fear the Lord, who walk In His ways. Thus Is the man blessed who fears the Lord.
Peace be upon Israel.
They have greatly oppressed me from my youth. But they have not gained the victory over me. Plowmen have plowed my back and made their furrows long. May all who hate Zion be turned back In shame. So He bent over her and rebuked the fever, and it left her.