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

⁶ Sons' sons `are' the crown of old men, And the glory of sons `are' their fathers.

²⁸ Her sons have risen up, and pronounce her happy, Her husband, and he praiseth her,

⁹ For, lo, I am stirring up, And am causing to come up against Babylon, An assembly of great nations from a land of the north, And they have set in array against her, From thence she is captured, Its arrow -- as a skilful hero -- returneth not empty,

⁴ Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.