Though its waters rage and foam and mountains totter at its surging. Selah
but now I have chosen Jerusalem, that my name may be there, and I have chosen David to rule my people Israel.
In green pastures he makes me lie down; to still waters he leads me;
Send your light and your fidelity, that they may be my guide; Let them bring me to your holy mountain, to the place of your dwelling,
A psalm of the Korahites. A song.
As when the east wind wrecks the ships of Tarshish!
Distant peoples stand in awe of your marvels; the places of morning and evening you make resound with joy.
Glorious things are said of you, O city of God! Selah
You who dwell in the shelter of the Most High, who abide in the shade of the Almighty,
A psalm. A sabbath song.
Though the wicked flourish like grass and all sinners thrive, They are destined for eternal destruction;
The flood has raised up, Lord; the flood has raised up its roar; the flood has raised its pounding waves.
But profitable for a land in such circumstances is a king concerned about cultivation.
If only you would attend to my commandments, your peace would be like a river, your vindication like the waves of the sea,
The children of your oppressors shall come, bowing before you; All those who despised you, shall bow low at your feet. They shall call you “City of the Lord,” “Zion of the Holy One of Israel.”
With what shall I come before the Lord, and bow before God most high? Shall I come before him with burnt offerings, with calves a year old?
No, you have approached Mount Zion and the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, and countless angels in festal gathering,
He took me in spirit to a great, high mountain and showed me the holy city Jerusalem coming down out of heaven from God.