I have set watchmen on your walls, O Jerusalem; they shall never hold their peace day or night. You who make mention of the Lord, do not keep silent.
But you, Israel, are My servant, Jacob whom I have chosen, the descendants of Abraham My friend. You whom I have taken from the ends of the earth, and called from its farthest regions, and said to you,
You are My servant, I have chosen you and have not cast you away.
As pilgrims passed through the beauty of the Judean highlands, the hills were a visible reminder that the Guardian of Israel was none other than the Creator of heaven and earth.
The king shall have joy in Your strength, O Lord;
And in Your salvation how greatly shall he rejoice!
May the Lord answer you in the day of trouble; may the name of the God of Jacob defend you; may He send you help from the sanctuary, and strengthen you out of Zion . . .
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.