My soul shall make her boast in Jehovah: The meek shall hear thereof, and be glad.

For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, And wither as the green herb.

The king's daughter within the palace is all glorious: Her clothing is inwrought with gold.

She shall be led unto the king in broidered work: The virgins her companions that follow her Shall be brought unto thee.

God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved: God will help her, and that right early.

God hath made himself known in her palaces for a refuge.

Walk about Zion, and go round about her; Number the towers thereof;

Mark ye well her bulwarks; Consider her palaces: That ye may tell it to the generation following.

Their poison is like the poison of a serpent: They are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear,

When ye lie among the sheepfolds, It is as the wings of a dove covered with silver, And her pinions with yellow gold.

Princes shall come out of Egypt; Ethiopia shall haste to stretch out her hands unto God.

Yea, the sparrow hath found her a house, And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, Even thine altars, O Jehovah of hosts, My King, and my God.

Yea, of Zion it shall be said, This one and that one was born in her; And the Most High himself will establish her.

Thou wilt arise, and have mercy upon Zion; For it is time to have pity upon her, Yea, the set time is come.

For thy servants take pleasure in her stones, And have pity upon her dust.

He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, And herb for the service of man; That he may bring forth food out of the earth,

Where the birds make their nests: As for the stork, the fir-trees are her house.

And did eat up every herb in their land, And did eat up the fruit of their ground.

The upright shall see it, and be glad; And all iniquity shall stop her mouth.

My soul hath long had her dwelling With him that hateth peace.

Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their master, As the eyes of a maid unto the hand of her mistress; So our eyes look unto Jehovah our God, Until he have mercy upon us.

This is my resting-place for ever: Here will I dwell; for I have desired it.

I will abundantly bless her provision: I will satisfy her poor with bread.

Her priests also will I clothe with salvation; And her saints shall shout aloud for joy.

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, Let my right hand forget her skill .