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May our sons in their youth be like plants full grown,
our daughters like corner pillars, cut for the building of a palace.
May our barns be filled, with produce of every kind;
may our sheep increase by thousands,
by tens of thousands in our fields,
and may our cattle be heavy with young.
May there be no breach in the walls, no exile,
and no cry of distress in our streets.
Happy are the people to whom such blessings fall;
happy are the people whose God is the Lord.
(based on Psalm 144:12-15, NRSV. Theo Gill © 2005 WCC)
