Mount Bashan, majestic mountain, Mount Bashan, rugged mountain,
why gaze in envy, you rugged mountain, at the mountain where God chooses to reign, where the LORD himself will dwell forever?
The chariots of God are tens of thousands and thousands of thousands; the Lord has come from Sinai into his sanctuary.
When you ascended on high, you took many captives; you received gifts from people, even from the rebellious— that you,LORD God, might dwell there.
Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior, who daily bears our burdens.
Our God is a God who saves; from the Sovereign LORD comes escape from death.
Surely God will crush the heads of his enemies, the hairy crowns of those who go on in their sins.
The Lord says, “I will bring them from Bashan; I will bring them from the depths of the sea,
that your feet may wade in the blood of your foes, while the tongues of your dogs have their share.”
Your procession, God, has come into view, the procession of my God and King into the sanctuary.
In front are the singers, after them the musicians; with them are the young women playing the timbrels.