Yahweh, in Zion, is great, And, high, is he over all the peoples.
For, thou, Yahweh, art Most High over all the earth, Greatly hast thou exalted thyself above all gods.
What, then, shall one answer the messengers of a nation? That Yahweh, hath founded Zion, And in her, shall seek refuge the oppressed of his people.
Make shrill thy voice and sing out thou inhabitress of Zion,—That great in the midst of thee, is the Holy One of Israel.
High above all nations, is Yahweh, Above the heavens, his glory.
Who ruleth, in his might, unto times age abiding, His eyes, over the nations, keep watch, The rebellious, let them not exalt themselves. Selah.
Out of Zion the perfection of beauty, God, hath shone forth.
He hath not discovered trouble in Jacob, Neither hath he seen wretchedness in Israel,—Yahweh, his God, is with him, And, the acclaim of a king, in his midst:
He will subjugate, Peoples under us, and, Tribes of men beneath our feet.
God, hath become king, over the nations, God, hath taken his seat upon his holy throne.