Yet, I, have installed my king, - on Zion my holy mountain.

Sing ye praise to Yahweh, who is seated in Zion, Tell among the peoples his doings.

That I may recount all thy praises, In the gates of the daughter of Zion, may exult in thy salvation.

Oh that, out of Zion, were granted the salvation of Israel! When Yahweh bringeth back the captives of his people, Jacob, shall exult, Israel, be glad.

Send thy help out of the sanctuary, and, out of Zion, sustain thee;

Let Mount Zion rejoice, Let the daughters of Judah exult, Because of thy judgments.

Go round Zion, and compass her about, Reckon up her towers;

Do good, in thy good-pleasure, unto Zion, Wilt thou build the walls of Jerusalem!

Oh that, out of Zion, were granted the salvations of Israel! When God bringeth back the captives of his people, Jacob, shall exult, Israel, shall be glad.

Thine, are silence and praise, O God, in Zion, - And, to thee, shall be paid the vow.

For, God, will save Zion, And build the cities of Judah, So shall men dwell there, and possess it:

Remember thine own assembly thou didst acquire aforetime, Thou didst redeem the tribe of thine own inheritance, Mount Zion, wherein thou didst take up thy habitation.

Now hath come into Salem, his pavilion, And his dwelling-place into Zion.

But made choice of the tribe of Judah, The mountain of Zion, which he loved;

They go from strength to strength, Each one appeareth before God in Zion.

Yahweh loveth the gates of Zion, More than all the dwellings of Jacob.

But, of Zion, it shall be said - This man and that were born in her, And the Highest himself shall establish her.

Zion, hath heard and rejoiced, And the daughters of Judah, have exulted, Because of thy righteous decisions, O Yahweh:

Yahweh, in Zion, is great, And, high, is he over all the peoples.

Thou, wilt arise, wilt have compassion upon Zion, Surely it is time to favour her, Surely the time appointed, hath come;

When Yahweh, hath built up, Zion, Hath appeared in his glory;

To the end the Name of Yahweh, might be celebrated in Zion, And his praise in Jerusalem:

Thy sceptre of strength, will Yahweh extend out of Zion, Tread thou down, in the midst of thy foes.

They who trust in Yahweh, are like Mount Zion, which shall not be shaken, Age-abidingly, shall it remain.

When Yahweh brought back the captives of Zion, we were like them who dream: