The Lord is great and is highly praised in the city of our God. His holy mountain,
rising splendidly, is the joy of the whole earth. Mount Zion on the slopes of the north is the city of the great King.
God is known as a stronghold in its citadels.
Look! The kings assembled; they advanced together.
They looked, and froze with fear; they fled in terror.
Trembling seized them there, agony like that of a woman in labor,
as You wrecked the ships of Tarshish with the east wind.
Just as we heard, so we have seen in the city of the Lord of Hosts, in the city of our God; God will establish it forever. Selah
God, within Your temple, we contemplate Your faithful love.
Your name, God, like Your praise, reaches to the ends of the earth; Your right hand is filled with justice.
Mount Zion is glad. The towns of Judah rejoice because of Your judgments.
Go around Zion, encircle it; count its towers,
note its ramparts; tour its citadels so that you can tell a future generation:
"This God, our God forever and ever- He will lead us eternally."