She will be led to the King in embroidered work;
The virgins, her companions who follow her,
Will be brought to You.

God is in the midst of her, she will not be moved;
God will help her when morning dawns.

You shed abroad a plentiful rain, O God;
You confirmed Your inheritance when it was parched.

“Kings of armies flee, they flee,
And she who remains at home will divide the spoil!”

Why should the nations say, “Where is their God?”
Let there be known among the nations in our sight,
Vengeance for the blood of Your servants which has been shed.

The bird also has found a house,
And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young,
Even Your altars, O Lord of hosts,
My King and my God.

And shed innocent blood,
The blood of their sons and their daughters,
Whom they sacrificed to the idols of Canaan;
And the land was polluted with the blood.

My eyes shed streams of water,
Because they do not keep Your law.