Examine me, LORD, and prove me. Try my heart and my mind.

Beautiful in elevation, the joy of the whole earth, is Mount Zion, in the far north, the city of the great King.

Let Mount Zion be glad. Let the daughters of Judah rejoice, Because of your judgments.

You have made the land tremble. You have torn it. Mend its fractures, for it quakes.

They plot injustice, saying, "We have made a perfect plan." Surely man's mind and heart are cunning.

Remember your congregation, which you purchased of old, which you have redeemed to be the tribe of your inheritance; Mount Zion, in which you have lived.

But chose the tribe of Judah, Mount Zion which he loved.

For they have conspired together with one mind. They form an alliance against you.

He struck also all the firstborn in their land, the first fruits of all their manhood.

They mount up to the sky; they go down again to the depths. Their soul melts away because of trouble.

The LORD has sworn, and will not change his mind: "You are a priest forever in the order of Melchizedek."

Those who trust in the LORD are as Mount Zion, which cannot be moved, but remains forever.