Like arrowsin the handof a warrior,Soare the childrenof one's youth.
Sharparrowsof the warrior,With the [burning] coalsof the broomtree.
Grandchildrenare the crownof oldmen,And the gloryof sonsis their fathers.
Her childrenriseup and blessher; Her husband[also], and he praisesher, [saying]:
"For behold,I am going to arouseand bringup againstBabylonA hordeof greatnationsfrom the landof the north,And they will drawup [their] battlelinesagainst her; From thereshe will be takencaptive.Their arrowswill be like an expertwarriorWho does not returnempty-handed.
