though its waters roar and foam, though the mountains quake at their swelling. Selah
Glorious things are spoken of you, city of God. Selah
With an east wind You broke the ships of Tarshish.
He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters.
The sons of those who afflicted you will come bowing to you, and all those who despised you will fall at the soles of your feet. They will call you the city of Adonai, Zion of the Holy One of Israel.
Those dwelling in the uttermost parts stand in awe of Your signs. You make morning and evening shout for joy.
But I have chosen Jerusalem that My Name would abide there and I have chosen David to be over My people Israel.’
If only you had listened to My commandments! then your peace would be like a river, and your righteousness like the waves of the sea.
Then he carried me away in the Ruach to a great and high mountain, and he showed me the holy city, Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God,
With what shall I come before Adonai? With what shall I bow myself before God on high? Shall I present Him with burnt offerings, with year-old calves?
A psalm, a song for the Shabbat.
He who dwells in the shelter of Elyon, will abide in the shadow of Shaddai.
A song, a psalm of the sons of Korah.
Send forth Your light and Your truth— let them guide me. Let them bring me to Your holy mountain and to Your dwelling places.
But you have come to Mount Zion— to the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, and to myriads of angels, a joyous gathering,
Though the profit of the land is taken by all, a king is served by the fields.
Though the wicked spring up like grass, and all evildoers flourish, it is only to be ruined forever.
The floods have lifted up, Adonai, the floods have lifted up their voice, the floods lift up their crashing waves.