⁸ And Jehovah doth scatter them from thence over the face of all the earth, and they cease to build the city;

¹¹ Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

¹² Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.