^{12 Ref} Because our sons `are' as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished -- the likeness of a palace,

^{13 Ref} Our garners `are' full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,

^{14 Ref} Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.