Shew me, O Jehovah, Thy way, And lead me in a path of uprightness, For the sake of my beholders.

In divers colours she is brought to the king, Virgins -- after her -- her companions, Are brought to thee.

God is in her midst -- she is not moved, God doth help her at the turn of the morn!

Those trusting on their wealth, And in the multitude of their riches, Do shew themselves foolish.

They have shed their blood As water round about Jerusalem, And there is none burying.

Why do the nations say, 'Where is their God?' Let be known among the nations before our eyes, The vengeance of the blood of Thy servants that is shed.

(Even a sparrow hath found a house, And a swallow a nest for herself, Where she hath placed her brood,) Thine altars, O Jehovah of Hosts, My king and my God.

And they shed innocent blood -- Blood of their sons and of their daughters, Whom they have sacrificed to idols of Canaan, And the land is profaned with blood.