YLT(i)
12 Because our sons are as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished—the likeness of a palace,
13 Our garners are full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
14 Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.