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

Give thanks to the Lord with the lyre;
Sing praises to Him with a harp of ten strings.

A thousand may fall at your side
And ten thousand at your right hand,
But it shall not approach you.

With the ten-stringed lute and with the harp,
With resounding music upon the lyre.

I will sing a new song to You, O God;
Upon a harp of ten strings I will sing praises to You,

Let our garners be full, furnishing every kind of produce,
And our flocks bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;