For they will wither quickly like the grass
And fade like the green herb.

The King’s daughter is all glorious within;
Her clothing is interwoven with gold.

She will be led to the King in embroidered work;
The virgins, her companions who follow her,
Will be brought to You.

God is in the midst of her, she will not be moved;
God will help her when morning dawns.

God, in her palaces,
Has made Himself known as a stronghold.

As we have heard, so have we seen
In the city of the Lord of hosts, in the city of our God;
God will establish her forever. Selah.

Walk about Zion and go around her;
Count her towers;

Consider her ramparts;
Go through her palaces,
That you may tell it to the next generation.

Day and night they go around her upon her walls,
And iniquity and mischief are in her midst.

Destruction is in her midst;
Oppression and deceit do not depart from her streets.

Rebuke the beasts in the reeds,
The herd of bulls with the calves of the peoples,
Trampling under foot the pieces of silver;
He has scattered the peoples who delight in war.

Envoys will come out of Egypt;
Ethiopia will quickly stretch out her hands to God.

The clouds poured out water;
The skies gave forth a sound;
Your arrows flashed here and there.

The bird also has found a house,
And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young,
Even Your altars, O Lord of hosts,
My King and my God.

But of Zion it shall be said, “This one and that one were born in her”;
And the Most High Himself will establish her.

You will arise and have compassion on Zion;
For it is time to be gracious to her,
For the appointed time has come.

Surely Your servants find pleasure in her stones
And feel pity for her dust.

Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master,
As the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress,
So our eyes look to the Lord our God,
Until He is gracious to us.

“This is My resting place forever;
Here I will dwell, for I have desired it.

“I will abundantly bless her provision;
I will satisfy her needy with bread.

“Her priests also I will clothe with salvation,
And her godly ones will sing aloud for joy.

If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
May my right hand forget her skill.