And, he, is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, he rejoiceth as a hero to run a race:

Not a king, can be saved by greatness of force, nor, hero, deliver himself by greatness of strength:

All glorious - the daughter of a king sitteth within, Brocades, wrought with gold, are her clothing!

In embroidered raiment, shall she be brought unto the king - The virgins that follow her, her companions, are to be conducted unto thee:

God, is in the midst of her, she shall not be shaken, God will help her, by the turnings of the morning.

God, in her palaces, is to be known as a high tower.

Trembling, seized them, there, Pangs. like hers who is in travail.

Just as we have heard, So, have we see, In the city of Yahweh of hosts, In the city of our God, God himself, will establish her, unto times age-abiding. Selah.

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

Apply your mind to her rampart, Pass between her palaces, That ye may recount them to an after generation;

Day and night, they go round her, upon her walls, And, trouble and misery, are in her midst;

Engulfing ruin, is in her midst, And there depart not from her broadway, oppression and deceit.

Earth, will have given her increase, God, our own God, will bless us:

Though ye rest between the folds, The wings of the dove, shall be covered with silver, And, her pinions, with green-shimmering gold.

Rebuke thou, The wild beast of the reeds, The herd of mighty oxen among the calves of the peoples - Each one bowing down with bars of silver, - Scatter thou the peoples, who in wars take delight.

Let not a flood of waters overflow me, And let not the depth swallow me up, Neither let the well close, over me, her mouth.

So shall it be more pleasing to Yahweh than a bullock of the herd, Showing horn and divided hoof.

Even the sparrow, hath found a home, And, the swallow, a nest for herself, where she hath laid her young, Thine altars, O Yahweh of hosts, My king and my God!

Yahweh himself too, will give us the blessing, And, our land, shall yield her increase.

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

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

Seeing that thy servants, take pleasure, in her stones, And, her dust, they favour:

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

Where the birds build their nests, The stork, in the fir-trees, hath her house;

This sea here, is great and broad on both hands, - Wherein are creeping things, even without number, Living things, small with great;

The upright seeth and is glad, And, all perverseness, hath closed her mouth.

Causing the barren woman to dwell in household, A mother of sons in her joy! Praise ye Yah.

The arrows of the hero sharpened, with burning coals of broom.

Long, hath my soul had her dwelling with him that hateth peace:

This, is my place of rest unto futurity, Here, will I dwell, for I have desired it;

Her provision, will I abundantly bless, Her needy ones, will I satisfy with bread;

And, her priests, will I clothe with salvation, and, her men of lovingkindness, shall, shout aloud, for joy;