For thy gates' bars he maketh strong; thy sons in thee doth bless.
That, as the plants, our sons may be in youth grown up that are; Our daughters like to corner-stones, carv'd like a palace fair.
As round about Jerusalem the mountains stand alway, The Lord his folk doth compass so, from henceforth and for aye.
Shew kindness, and do good, O Lord, to Sion, thine own hill: The walls of thy Jerusalem build up of thy good will.