As arrows in the hand of the strong one, so are sons of youth.
The crown of old men, sons' sons: and the glory of sons their fathers.
Her sons rose up and they will call her happy; her husband, and he will praise her.
For behold I raise up and bring up against Babel a convocation of great nations from the land of the north: and they arranged against her; from thence she shall be taken: his arrow as of a strong destroyer shall not turn back in vain.
Arrows of the strong one sharpened with burning coals of broom.