Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of a young man.
With the sharp arrows of a warrior and burning coals made from a broom tree.
Old people are proud of their grandchildren, and children are proud of their parents.
Her children are quick to bless her. Her husband praises her too, saying,
Look! I'm assembling a coalition of strong northern nations who will come and attack Babylon. They will line up in battle against her; she will be conquered from the north. Their arrows will be like the best warriors—they don't miss!