“Ah, the smell of my son
    is like the smell of a field
    that the Lord has blessed.^(D)

²⁹ May nations serve you
    and peoples bow down to you.^(A)
Be lord over your brothers,
    and may the sons of your mother bow down to you.^(B)
May those who curse you be cursed
    and those who bless you be blessed.^(C)”