Your eyes will see the king in his beauty and view a land that stretches afar.
In your thoughts you will ponder the former terror: “Where is that chief officer? Where is the one who took the revenue? Where is the officer in charge of the towers?”
You will see those arrogant people no more, people whose speech is obscure, whose language is strange and incomprehensible.
Look on Zion, the city of our festivals; your eyes will see Jerusalem, a peaceful abode, a tent that will not be moved; its stakes will never be pulled up, nor any of its ropes broken.
There the LORD will be our Mighty One. It will be like a place of broad rivers and streams. No galley with oars will ride them, no mighty ship will sail them.
For the LORD is our judge, the LORD is our lawgiver, the LORD is our king; it is he who will save us.
Your rigging hangs loose: The mast is not held secure, the sail is not spread. Then an abundance of spoils will be divided and even the lame will carry off plunder.
No one living in Zion will say, “I am ill”; and the sins of those who dwell there will be forgiven.