I am depressed, so I will pray to you while I am trapped here in the region of the upper Jordan, from Hermon, from Mount Mizar.

In embroidered robes she is escorted to the king. Her attendants, the maidens of honor who follow her, are led before you.

Because you favor Zion, do what is good for her! Fortify the walls of Jerusalem!

"Look, here is the man who would not make God his protector! He trusted in his great wealth and was confident about his plans to destroy others."

Sound your battle cry against the wild beast of the reeds, and the nations that assemble like a herd of calves led by bulls! They humble themselves and offer gold and silver as tribute. God scatters the nations that like to do battle.

This collection of the prayers of David son of Jesse ends here.

Even the birds find a home there, and the swallow builds a nest, where she can protect her young near your altars, O Lord who rules over all, my king and my God.

I mention Rahab and Babylon to my followers. Here are Philistia and Tyre, along with Ethiopia. It is said of them, "This one was born there."

But it is said of Zion's residents, "Each one of these was born in her, and the sovereign One makes her secure."

You will rise up and have compassion on Zion. For it is time to have mercy on her, for the appointed time has come.

Indeed, your servants take delight in her stones, and feel compassion for the dust of her ruins.

The children of your servants will settle down here, and their descendants will live securely in your presence."

Over here is the deep, wide sea, which teems with innumerable swimming creatures, living things both small and large.

The ships travel there, and over here swims the whale you made to play in it.

A psalm of David. Here is the Lord's proclamation to my lord: "Sit down at my right hand until I make your enemies your footstool!"

They have almost destroyed me here on the earth, but I do not reject your precepts.

Here's how! With the sharp arrows of warriors, with arrowheads forged over the hot coals.

Pray for the peace of Jerusalem! May those who love her prosper!

Look, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a female servant look to the hand of her mistress, so my eyes will look to the Lord, our God, until he shows us favor.

He said, "This will be my resting place forever; I will live here, for I have chosen it.

I will abundantly supply what she needs; I will give her poor all the food they need.

I will protect her priests, and her godly people will shout exuberantly.

On the poplars in her midst we hang our harps,