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Great is YHWH, and greatly to be praised In the city of our Elohim, His set-apart mountain.
Pretty on high, The joy of all the earth, Is Mount Tsiyon on the sides of the north, The city of the great Sovereign.
Elohim is in her citadels; He is known as her refuge.
For look, the sovereigns met, They passed by together.
They saw, so they marvelled; They were alarmed, they hastened away.
Trembling took hold of them there, Pain, as of a woman in labour,
With an east wind You break the ships of Tarshish.
As we have heard, so we have seen In the city of YHWH of hosts, In the city of our Elohim, Elohim establishes her forever. Selah.
We have thought, O Elohim, of Your kindness, In the midst of Your Hekal.
According to Your Name, O Elohim, So is Your praise to the ends of the earth; Your right hand is filled with righteousness.
Let Mount Tsiyon rejoice, Let the daughters of Yehudah exult, Because of Your right-rulings.
Walk about Tsiyon, And go all around her. Count her towers;
Set your heart upon her rampart; Go through her citadels; So that you report it to the coming generation.
For this Elohim is our Elohim, Forever and ever; He Himself leads us, Even to death.