Wake up, my soul. Wake up, harp and lyre! I will wake up the dawn.
So I rejoice and am glad. Even my body has hope,
I will sing to you and not be silent. Lord, my God, I will praise you forever.
“Wake up, wake up, Deborah! Wake up, wake up, sing a song! Get up, Barak! Go capture your enemies, son of Abinoam!
So I am glad, and I rejoice. Even my body has hope,
Wake up, wake up, Jerusalem! Become strong! Be beautiful again, holy city of Jerusalem. The people who do not worship God and who are not pure will not enter you again.
Jerusalem, your buildings are destroyed now, but shout and rejoice together, because the Lord has comforted his people. He has saved Jerusalem.
Praise him with trumpet blasts; praise him with harps and lyres.
They entered Jerusalem with harps, lyres, and trumpets and went to the Temple of the Lord.
My head is higher than my enemies around me. I will offer joyful sacrifices in his Holy Tent. I will sing and praise the Lord.
Then I will go to the altar of God, to God who is my joy and happiness. I will praise you with a harp, God, my God.