Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are children born in one’s youth.
Grandchildren are the crown of the aged, and the glory of a son is his father.
Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband praises her as well:
For behold, I stir up and bring against Babylon an assembly of great nations from the land of the north. They will line
Sharp arrows will come from the warrior, with burning coals of the broom tree!