1(A Song; a Psalm of the sons of Korah) Great is تتراجراماتون, and greatly to be praised, In the city of our Elokim, in his holy mountain.

2Beautiful in elevation, the joy of the whole earth, Is mount Zion, on the sides of the north, The city of the great King.

3Elokim hath made himself known in her palaces for a refuge.

4For, lo, the kings assembled themselves, They passed by together.

5They saw it, then were they amazed; They were dismayed, they hasted away.

6Trembling took hold of them there, Pain, as of a woman in travail.

7With the east wind Thou breakest the ships of Tarshish.

8As we have heard, so have we seen In the city of تتراجراماتون of hosts, in the city of our Elokim: Elokim will establish it for ever. Selah

9We have thought on thy lovingkindness, O Elokim, In the midst of thy temple.

10As is thy name, O Elokim, So is thy praise unto the ends of the earth: Thy right hand is full of righteousness.

11Let mount Zion be glad, Let the daughters of Judah rejoice, Because of thy judgments.

12Walk about Zion, and go round about her; Number the towers thereof;

13Mark ye well her bulwarks; Consider her palaces: That ye may tell it to the generation following.

14For this Elokim is our Elokim for ever and ever: He will be our guide even unto death.