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

In divers colours she is brought to the king, Virgins -- after her -- her companions, Are brought to thee.

God is in her midst -- she is not moved, God doth help her at the turn of the morn!

God in her high places is known for a tower.

As we have heard, so we have seen, In the city of Jehovah of hosts, In the city of our God, God doth establish her -- to the age. Selah.

Compass Zion, and go round her, count her towers,

Set your heart to her bulwark, Consider her high places, So that ye recount to a later generation,

Earth hath given her increase, God doth bless us -- our God,

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

Come do fat ones out of Egypt, Cush causeth her hands to run to God.

Let not a flood of waters overflow me, Nor let the deep swallow me up, Nor let the pit shut her mouth upon me.

There is a handful of corn in the earth, On the top of mountains, Shake like Lebanon doth its fruit, And they flourish out of the city as the herb of the earth.

(Even a sparrow hath found a house, And a swallow a nest for herself, Where she hath placed her brood,) Thine altars, O Jehovah of Hosts, My king and my God.

And of Zion it is said: Each one was born in her, And He, the Most High, doth establish her.

When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity -- For their being destroyed for ever and ever!

Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.

My days as a shadow are stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.

Thou -- Thou risest -- Thou pitiest Zion, For the time to favour her, For the appointed time hath come.

For Thy servants have been pleased with her stones, And her dust they favour.

Causing grass to spring up for cattle, And herb for the service of man, To bring forth bread from the earth,

Where birds do make nests, The stork -- the firs are her house.

And it consumeth every herb in their land, And it consumeth the fruit of their ground.

The upright do see and rejoice, And all perversity hath shut her mouth.

Lo, as eyes of men-servants Are unto the hand of their masters, As eyes of a maid-servant Are unto the hand of her mistress, So are our eyes unto Jehovah our God, Till that He doth favour us.

Jerusalem! mountains are round about her, And Jehovah is round about His people, From henceforth even unto the age.

This is My rest for ever and ever, Here do I sit, for I have desired it.

Her provision I greatly bless, Her needy ones I satisfy with bread,

And her priests I clothe with salvation, And her pious ones do sing aloud.