Each morning I uproot all the wrong of the land, To cut off all the workers of wickedness From the city of יהוה.
A river whose streams Make glad the city of Elohim, The set-apart dwelling of the Most High.
Pretty on high, The joy of all the earth, Is Mount Tsiyon on the sides of the north, The city of the great Sovereign.
As we have heard, so we have seen In the city of יהוה of hosts, In the city of our Elohim, Elohim establishes her forever. Selah.
“And all the horns of the wrong I cut off; The horns of the righteous are lifted up.”
But You lift up my horn like a wild ox; I have been anointed with fresh oil.
It is an abomination for sovereigns To commit wrongness, For a throne is established by righteousness.
A wise sovereign winnows out the wrong, And turns the wheel over them.
A sovereign who sits on the throne of judgment Is scattering all evil with his eyes.
‘O house of Dawiḏ
They shall not dwell in the land of יהוה, but Ephrayim shall return to Mitsrayim, and eat unclean food in Ashshur.
Hear this, please, you heads of the house of Yaʽ
And there shall by no means enter into it whatever is unclean, neither anyone doing abomination and falsehood, but only those who are written in the Lamb’s Book of Life.