As arrows in the hand of a mighty man, so are the children of one’s youth.
sharp arrows of the mighty, with burning coals of a broom tree!
Grandchildren are the crown of the elderly and the glory of children is their parents.
Her children arise and bless her, her husband also praises her:
For I will soon stir up and bring against Babylon an alliance of great nations from the north. They will form battle lines against her, from there she will be captured. Their arrows will be like a warrior who bereaves, not returning empty.