For Yahweh is our judge. Yahweh is our lawgiver. Yahweh is our king. He will save us.

The sinners in Zion are afraid. Trembling has seized the godless ones. Who among us can live with the devouring fire? Who among us can live with everlasting burning?

The inhabitant won't say, "I am sick." The people who dwell therein will be forgiven their iniquity.

There will be stability in your times, abundance of salvation, wisdom, and knowledge. The fear of Yahweh is your treasure.

He who walks righteously, and speaks blamelessly; He who despises the gain of oppressions, who gestures with his hands, refusing to take a bribe, who stops his ears from hearing of blood, and shuts his eyes from looking at evil --

Woe to you who destroy, but you weren't destroyed; and who betray, but nobody betrayed you! When you have finished destroying, you will be destroyed; and when you have made an end of betrayal, you will be betrayed.

Your eyes will see the king in his beauty. They will see a distant land.

Look at Zion, the city of our appointed festivals. Your eyes will see Jerusalem, a quiet habitation, a tent that won't be removed. Its stakes will never be plucked up, nor will any of its cords be broken.

Yahweh, be gracious to us. We have waited for you. Be our strength every morning, our salvation also in the time of trouble.

he will dwell on high. His place of defense will be the fortress of rocks. His bread will be supplied. His waters will be sure.

The land mourns and languishes. Lebanon is confounded and withers away. Sharon is like a desert, and Bashan and Carmel are stripped bare.

"Now I will arise," says Yahweh; "Now I will lift myself up. Now I will be exalted.

Yahweh is exalted, for he dwells on high. He has filled Zion with justice and righteousness.

Hear, you who are far off, what I have done; and, you who are near, acknowledge my might."

Behold, their valiant ones cry outside; the ambassadors of peace weep bitterly.

But there Yahweh will be with us in majesty, a place of broad rivers and streams, in which no galley with oars will go, neither will any gallant ship pass by there.

The highways are desolate. The traveling man ceases. The covenant is broken. He has despised the cities. He doesn't respect man.

The peoples will be like the burning of lime, like thorns that are cut down and burned in the fire.

Your spoil will be gathered as the caterpillar gathers. Men will leap on it as locusts leap.

You will conceive chaff. You will bring forth stubble. Your breath is a fire that will devour you.

Your heart will meditate on the terror. Where is he who counted? Where is he who weighed? Where is he who counted the towers?

Your rigging is untied. They couldn't strengthen the foot of their mast. They couldn't spread the sail. Then the prey of a great spoil was divided. The lame took the prey.

You will no longer see the fierce people, a people of a deep speech that you can't comprehend, with a strange language that you can't understand.

At the noise of the thunder, the peoples have fled. When you lift yourself up, the nations are scattered.