Great is Yahweh, and greatly to be praised, in the city of our God, in his holy mountain.

For this God is our God forever and ever. He will be our guide even to death. For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by the sons of Korah.

Beautiful in elevation, the joy of the whole earth, is Mount Zion, on the north sides, the city of the great King.

We have thought about your loving kindness, God, in the midst of your temple.

Walk about Zion, and go around her. Number its towers.

As is your name, God, so is your praise to the ends of the earth. Your right hand is full of righteousness.

God has shown himself in her citadels as a refuge.

With the east wind, you break the ships of Tarshish.

For, behold, the kings assembled themselves, they passed by together.

As we have heard, so we have seen, in the city of Yahweh of Armies, in the city of our God. God will establish it forever. Selah.

Trembling took hold of them there, pain, as of a woman in travail.

Mark well her bulwarks. Consider her palaces, that you may tell it to the next generation.

Let Mount Zion be glad! Let the daughters of Judah rejoice, Because of your judgments.

They saw it, then they were amazed. They were dismayed. They hurried away.