11 Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:

12 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:

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11 deliver me;
    rescue me(A) from the hands of foreigners(B)
whose mouths are full of lies,(C)
    whose right hands are deceitful.(D)

12 Then our sons in their youth
    will be like well-nurtured plants,(E)
and our daughters will be like pillars(F)
    carved to adorn a palace.

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