I hoped, I hoped in the Lord
and he has stooped down to me;
he heard my cry for help,
he has pulled me out of the pit of death.
He has pulled me out of the pit of death,
from the mire of the marsh
he set my feet on a rock
and put me on a way of salvation.
I hoped, I hoped in the Lord…
He has put a new song on my lips,
a song of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear,
they will trust in the Lord.
I hoped, I hoped in the Lord…
Happy the man who trusts in the Lord,
who does not side with the proud
nor join those who follow false gods;
happy the man who trusts in the Lord.
I hoped, I hoped in the Lord…
How many wonders have you done, O my Lord,
how many plans have you made for us?
No one can be compared with you,
should I proclaim them,
they are too many to be counted.
I hoped, I hoped in the Lord…
Sacrifice and offering you do not want,
instead you have opened my ear.
You did not want sacrifice for sin,
then I said, "Here I am,
I'm coming to do your will."
Sacrifice and offering you do not want,
instead you have opened my ear.
You did not want sacrifice for sin,
then I said, "Here I am,
I'm coming to do your will."
I hoped, I hoped in the Lord…
In the scroll of the book it is written
that I should do, O Lord, your will;
my God, this is what I want:
your law in the depth of my heart.
I hoped, I hoped in the Lord…

From Aram, Balak made me come,
the King of Moab,
from the Eastern Mountains:
"Come, curse Jacob for me,
come, prophesy against Israel."
How shall I curse if God does not let me?
How shall I prophesy if God does not want it?
From the top of these crags I see them,
from the top of this peak I observe them:
this is a people different from all nations!
How beautiful are your tents,
how beautiful, O Israel!
How beautiful are your tents,
how beautiful, O Israel!
La la la la…
Who shall count your multitudes?
Jacob, O Jacob,
Jacob, O Jacob?
How beautiful are your tents…
"But what are you doing?
You are blessing them!
Come see from another place,
maybe from there God will curse them."
"Listen, son of Zippor,
hear me, King Balak.
God is not a man
who speaks and then repents.
A star is rising from Jacob;
I hear acclamations for a King,
God, God is his father:
he crouches like a lion,
he lies down like a lioness,
no one will make him rise."
How beautiful are your tents…
"Let my death be
like the death of your Just One,
let my life be where he is."
How beautiful are your tents...

Elí, Elí, lamá sabachtháni?
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
How far I feel you from my lamentation;
I call on you by day and you do not answer,
I call by night and there is no rest for me.
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?…
Yet you are the Holy One,
you dwell in the praises of my people;
in you my fathers have hoped,
they hoped in you and you have freed them;
they cried to you and they were saved,
they hoped in you and did not remain disappointed.
Then me? Why don’t you help me?
Perhaps I am not a man? Look, I am a worm!
Disgraced among men! Rejection of my people!
All those who see me curl their lips,
they mock me, shake their heads and say:
"He trusted in the Lord,
let him rescue him if he loves him so much."
Yes, you love me, yes, you cherish me!
You drew me out of my mother’s womb,
at my birth you picked me up,
from my mother’s womb you have been my God,
when I was being born I entrusted myself to you.
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?…
Do not be far from me;
look! anguish is near and no one helps me.
Many bullocks surround me,
bulls of Bashan besiege me,
against me they open wide their mouths,
like a lion raging and roaring.
I am dirty water which is thrown away,
all my bones are racked;
my heart is like wax,
melting away within my bosom;
dry as a pot-shard is my palate,
my tongue is stuck to my throat,
you have thrown me in the dust of death.
Eli…
A pack of dogs surrounds me,
a gang of evildoers besieges me;
they have pierced my hands and my feet,
I can count all my bones.
They stare at me, they observe me,
they divide my garments among them,
and for my clothes they cast lots.
But you, Lord, do not stay far away! –
my strength, my strength, run to my help!
Save me from the sword,
from the claws of the dogs, save my life,
save me, save me from the mouth of the lion,
and from the horns of the bulls!
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?…
I will announce your name to my brothers,
I will praise you in the midst of the assembly:
I will say: Praise the Lord you who fear him,
sing to the Lord, descendants of Jacob!
let the race of Israel give him glory;
because he was not disgusted with this poor man,
the only one who was not scandalised at me.
He did not despise this wretched man,
he did not hide his face from him,
but at his cry for help he answered him,
at his cry he heard him.
Eli…
Now I know that the poor will be saved,
that everyone who looks for you will find you,
that their hearts, their hearts will live,
will live forever, will live eternally.
All the ends of the earth will return to the Lord,
all the families of nations shall bow down before him.
Because the kingdom, the kingdom is the Lord’s;
he is the ruler of all the nations,
all those who prosper on the earth will bow down before him,
to him will bow all those who go down to the dust.
And I, I will live, will live for him,
my descendants shall serve him.
The Lord will be spoken of to the coming generations,
they will announce to them what he has done for me;
to the people yet to be born they will say: "Behold the work of the Lord."

My bonds are broken,
my debts are paid,
my doors wide open,
I go everywhere!
They crouch in their corner
and keep weaving the pale web of their hours,
or go back to sit in the dust
to count all their coins,
and they call me, and they call me
to turn back.
But my sword is already forged,
I have put on my armour,
my horse is impatient
and I shall gain my kingdom,
and I shall gain my kingdom!
I shall gain my kingdom,
I shall gain my kingdom,
I go everywhere.
I shall gain my kingdom,
I shall gain my kingdom,
I go everywhere!
My bonds are broken…
I shall gain my kingdom…