May our sons in their youth
flourish like well-nurtured plants.
May our daughters be like stately corner pillars
that are carved to adorn a palace.
May our granaries be filled
with every kind of produce.
May our sheep increase by the thousands,
and by the tens of thousands in our open fields.
May our oxen pull heavy loads of produce from the harvest.
May there be no enemy breaking through our walls.
May there be no one exiled into captivity.
May there be no cries of distress heard in our public squares.
How blessed are the people for whom these realities are true!
How blessed are the people whose God is the Lord!