As they pass through the Valley of Baca, they make it a spring; the rain also covers it with pools. They go from strength to strength; each one appears before God in Zion.
Oh, clap your hands, all you peoples! Shout to God with the voice of triumph! For the Lord Most High is awesome; He is a great King over all the earth.
God is in the midst of her, she shall not be moved; God shall help her, just at the break of dawn.
My soul, wait silently for God alone, for my expectation is from Him. He only is my rock and my salvation; He is my defense; I shall not be moved.
For He remembered His holy promise, and Abraham His servant. He brought out His people with joy, His chosen ones with gladness.