¹¹ They send forth as a flock their sucklings, And their children skip,

⁴¹ And setteth on high the needy from affliction, And placeth families as a flock.

³ Lo, an inheritance of Jehovah `are' sons, A reward `is' the fruit of the womb.

⁴ As arrows in the hand of a mighty one, So `are' the sons of the young men.

⁵ O the happiness of the man Who hath filled his quiver with them, They are not ashamed, For they speak with enemies in the gate!