In embroidered raiment, shall she be brought unto the king - The virgins that follow her, her companions, are to be conducted unto thee:

God, is in the midst of her, she shall not be shaken, God will help her, by the turnings of the morning.

Rescue me from shed-blood, O God, the God of my salvation, My tongue should shout thy righteousness;

A bounteous rain, dost thou shed abroad, O God, upon thine inheritance, When exhausted, thou thyself, hast supported it:

Kings of armies, they flee! they flee! And, she that stayeth at home, shall share the spoil.

Wherefore should the nations say - Where is their God? Let him be known among the nations before our eyes! Yea! By the avenging of the blood of thy servants which hath been shed!

Even the sparrow, hath found a home, And, the swallow, a nest for herself, where she hath laid her young, Thine altars, O Yahweh of hosts, My king and my God!

And poured out innocent blood, the blood of their sons and their daughters, whom they sacrificed to the idols of Canaan, And the land was polluted with blood-shed;

Yahweh is GOD, and hath shed on us light, - Bind ye the festal sacrifice with cords, Up to the horns of the altar.