YLT(i)
11 And all kings do bow themselves to him, All nations do serve him,
12 For he delivereth the needy who crieth, And the poor when he hath no helper,
13 He hath pity on the poor and needy, And the souls of the needy he saveth,
14 From fraud and from violence he redeemeth their soul, And precious is their blood in his eyes.
15 And he liveth, and giveth to him of the gold of Sheba, And prayeth for him continually, All the day he doth bless him.
16 There is a handful of corn in the earth, On the top of mountains, Shake like Lebanon doth its fruit, And they flourish out of the city as the herb of the earth.
17 His name is to the age, Before the sun is his name continued, And they bless themselves in him, All nations do pronounce him happy.