All my bones shall say: O Jehovah, who is like You, who delivers the weak one from the ones stronger than he; yes, the poor and needy one from his plunderer?
And he said to his mother, The eleven hundred pieces of silver which were taken from you, and you uttered a curse, even also speaking in my ear; behold, the silver is with me. I have taken it. And his mother said, Blessed be my son by Jehovah.