(To the choir-master. Of the sons of Core. Melody: The Virgins. A song.)

God is our refuge and stronghold; sovereign aid he has brought us in the hour of peril.

Not for us to be afraid, though earth should tumble about us, and the hills be carried away into the depths of the sea.

See how its waters rage and roar, how the hills tremble before its might!

The Lord of hosts is with us, the God of Jacob is our refuge.

But the city of God, enriched with flowing waters, is the chosen sanctuary of the most High,✻

God dwells within her, and she stands unmoved; with break of dawn✻ he will grant her deliverance.

Nations may be in turmoil, and thrones totter, earth shrink away before his voice;

but the Lord of hosts is with us, the God of Jacob is our refuge.

Come near, and see God’s acts, his marvellous acts done on earth;

how he puts an end to wars all over the world, the bow shivered, the lances shattered, the shields burnt to ashes!

Wait quietly, and you shall have proof that I am God, claiming empire among the nations, claiming empire over the world.

The Lord of hosts is with us, the God of Jacob is our refuge.