Though a thousand fall at your side
and ten thousand at your right hand,
the pestilence will not reach you.

with a ten-stringed harp
and the music of a lyre.

God, I will sing a new song to You;
I will play on a ten-stringed harp for You—

Our storehouses will be full,
supplying all kinds of produce;
our flocks will increase by thousands
and tens of thousands in our open fields.

Praise the Lord with the lyre;
make music to Him with a ten-stringed harp.

God’s chariots are tens of thousands,
thousands and thousands;
the Lord is among them in the sanctuary
as He was at Sinai.