She shall be led to the king in embroidered work. The virgins, her companions who follow her, shall be brought to you.

God is in her midst. She shall not be moved. God will help her at dawn.

"Kings of armies flee. They flee." She who waits at home divides the spoil,

Their blood they have shed like water around Jerusalem. There was no one to bury them.

Yes, the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young, near your altars, LORD of hosts, my King, and my God.

They shed innocent blood, even the blood of their sons and of their daughters, whom they sacrificed to the idols of Canaan. The land was polluted with blood.