Yet I have set my king Upon my holy hill of Zion.

I cry unto Jehovah with my voice, And he answereth me out of his holy hill. Selah

Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; for I am withered away: O Jehovah, heal me; for my bones are troubled.

Jehovah, who shall sojourn in thy tabernacle? Who shall dwell in thy holy hill?

Who shall ascend into the hill of Jehovah? And who shall stand in his holy place?

I said, O Jehovah, have mercy upon me: Heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.

Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, Who did eat of my bread, Hath lifted up his heel against me.

O my God, my soul is cast down within me: Therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

Oh send out thy light and thy truth; let them lead me: Let them bring me unto thy holy hill, And to thy tabernacles.

They return at evening, they howl like a dog, And go round about the city.

And at evening let them return, let them howl like a dog, And go round about the city.

Thou hast made the land to tremble; thou hast rent it: Heal the breaches thereof; for it shaketh.

He destroyed their vines with hail, And their sycomore-trees with frost.

He gave over their cattle also to the hail, And their flocks to hot thunderbolts.

Exalt ye Jehovah our God, And worship at his holy hill; For Jehovah our God is holy.

He gave them hail for rain, And flaming fire in their land.

Fire and hail, snow and vapor; Stormy wind, fulfilling his word;