A song, a poem, for the sons of Qoraḥ.
1 Great is 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄, and greatly to be praised
In the city of our Elohim,
His qodesh mountain.
2 Pretty on high,
The joy of all the earth,
Is Mount Tsiyon on the sides of the north,
The city of the great Sovereign.
3 Elohim is in her citadels;
He is known as her refuge.
4 For look, the sovereigns met,
They passed by together.
5 They saw, so they marvelled;
They were alarmed, they hastened away.
6 Trembling took hold of them there,
Pain, as of a woman in labour,
7 With an east wind You break the ships of Tarshish.
8 As we have heard, so we have seen
In the city of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 of hosts,
In the city of our Elohim,
Elohim establishes her forever. Selah.
9 We have thought, O Elohim,
of Your kindness,
In the midst of Your Hĕyḵal.
10 According to Your Name, O Elohim,
So is Your praise to the ends of the earth;
Your right hand is filled with righteousness.
11 Let Mount Tsiyon rejoice,
Let the daughters of Yahuḏah exult,
Because of Your Right-Rulings.
12 Walk about Tsiyon,
And go all around her.
Count her towers;
13 Apply your heart to her rampart;
Go through her citadels;
So that you report it to the coming generation.
14 For this Elohim is our Elohim,
Forever and ever;
He Himself leads us,
Even to death.