In colorful garments she is led to the king;
after her, the virgins, her companions, are brought to you.

God is within her; she will not be toppled.
God will help her when the morning dawns.

“The kings of the armies flee—they flee!”
She who stays at home divides the spoil.

Why should the nations ask,
“Where is their God?”
Before our eyes,
let vengeance for the shed blood of Your servants
be known among the nations.

Even a sparrow finds a home,
and a swallow, a nest for herself
where she places her young—
near Your altars, Lord of Hosts,
my King and my God.

They shed innocent blood—
the blood of their sons and daughters
whom they sacrificed to the idols of Canaan;
so the land became polluted with blood.