As arrows in the hand of the strong one, so are sons of youth.
Arrows of the strong one sharpened with burning coals of broom.
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.