Who doth give from Zion the salvation of Israel? When Jehovah doth turn back To a captivity of His people, Jacob doth rejoice -- Israel is glad!

Therefore hath my heart been glad, And my honour doth rejoice, Also my flesh dwelleth confidently:

They are more desirable than gold, Yea, than much fine gold; and sweeter than honey, Even liquid honey of the comb.

For Thou puttest before him blessings of goodness, Thou settest on his head a crown of fine gold.

I rejoice, and am glad in Thy kindness, In that Thou hast seen mine affliction, Thou hast known in adversities my soul.

Be glad in Jehovah, and rejoice, ye righteous, And sing, all ye upright of heart!

All seeking Thee rejoice and are glad in Thee, Those loving Thy salvation say continually, 'Jehovah is magnified.'

Myrrh and aloes, cassia! all thy garments, Out of palaces of ivory Stringed instruments have made thee glad.

Daughters of kings are among thy precious ones, A queen hath stood at thy right hand, In pure gold of Ophir.

All glory is the daughter of the king within, Of gold-embroidered work is her clothing.

Who doth give from Zion the salvation of Israel? When God turneth back to a captivity of His people, Jacob doth rejoice -- Israel is glad!

Mine is Gilead, and mine is Manasseh, And Ephraim is the strength of my head, Judah is my lawgiver,

Though ye do lie between two boundaries, Wings of a dove covered with silver, And her pinions with yellow gold.

Only -- God doth smite The head of His enemies, The hairy crown of a habitual walker in his guilt.

Let all those seeking Thee joy and be glad in Thee, And let those loving Thy salvation Say continually, 'God is magnified.'

And he liveth, and giveth to him of the gold of Sheba, And prayeth for him continually, All the day he doth bless him.

And leadeth them with a cloud by day, And all the night with a light of fire.

Cloud and darkness are round about Him, Righteousness and judgment the basis of His throne.

In a pillar of cloud He speaketh unto them, They have kept His testimonies, And the statute He hath given to them.

And bringeth them out with silver and gold, And there is not in its tribes a feeble one.

He hath spread a cloud for a covering, And fire to enlighten the night.

Mine is Gilead, mine is Manasseh, And Ephraim is the strength of my head, Judah is my lawgiver,

Their idols are silver and gold, work of man's hands,

This is the day Jehovah hath made, We rejoice and are glad in it.

Better to me is the law of Thy mouth Than thousands of gold and silver!

Therefore I have loved Thy commands Above gold -- even fine gold.

The idols of the nations are silver and gold, Work of the hands of man.

Casting forth His ice like morsels, Before His cold who doth stand?