Awake,my glory!Awake,harpand lyre!I will awakenthe dawn.
They cameto Jerusalemwith harps,lyresand trumpetsto the houseof the LORD.
PraiseHim with trumpetsound;PraiseHim with harpand lyre.
Thereforemy heartis gladand my gloryrejoices;My fleshalsowill dwellsecurely.
And nowmy headwill be liftedup abovemy enemiesaroundme, And I will offerin His tentsacrificeswith shoutsof joy;I will sing,yes, I will singpraisesto the LORD.
That [my] soulmay singpraiseto You and not be silent.O LORDmy God,I will givethanksto You forever.
Then I will goto the altarof God,To Godmy exceedingjoy;And upon the lyreI shall praiseYou, O God,my God.
Awake,awake,Clotheyourselfin your strength,O Zion;Clotheyourselfin your beautifulgarments,O Jerusalem,the holycity;For the uncircumcisedand the uncleanWill nolongercomeinto you.
Breakforth,shoutjoyfullytogether,You wasteplacesof Jerusalem;For the LORDhas comfortedHis people,He has redeemedJerusalem.
THEREFOREMY HEARTWAS GLADAND MY TONGUEEXULTED;MOREOVERMY FLESHALSOWILL LIVEIN HOPE;
"Awake,awake,Deborah;Awake,awake,singa song!Arise,Barak,and takeaway your captives,O sonof Abinoam.
