Hoshia-na! Please, Adonai, save now! We beseech You, Adonai, prosper us!
They have collapsed and fallen, but we rise up and support each other.
Deliver my soul from the sword— my only one from the power of the dog.
For the music director, on “Lilies,” of David.
Those who sit at the gate chatter about me, and I am the song of the drunkards.
Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us. Establish the work of our hands for us— yes, establish the work of our hands.