So that I recount all Thy praise, In the gates of the daughter of Zion. I rejoice on Thy salvation.

Keep me as the apple, the daughter of the eye; In shadow of Thy wings thou dost hide me.

Hearken, O daughter, and see, incline thine ear, And forget thy people, and thy father's house,

And the daughter of Tyre with a present, The rich of the people do appease thy face.

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

O daughter of Babylon, O destroyed one, O the happiness of him who repayeth to thee thy deed, That thou hast done to us.