I will not be afraid of ten thousands of the people who have set themselves against me round about.

Give thanks to LORD with the harp. Sing praises to him with the psaltery of ten strings.

The days of our years are threescore years and ten, or even by reason of strength fourscore years, yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for it is soon gone, and we fly away.

A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand, [but] it shall not come near thee.

with an instrument of ten strings, and with the psaltery, with a solemn sound upon the harp.

I will sing a new song to thee, O God. Upon a psaltery of ten strings I will sing praises to thee.

our garners are full, affording all manner of store, our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields,