Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Praise God in his holy temple,
praise him in the heights of heaven.
Praise him for his powerful deeds,
praise him for his surpassing greatness.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Praise him with blasts of the trumpet,
praise him with harps and guitars.
Praise him with drums and dancing,
praise him with flutes and strings.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Praise him with clashing cymbals,
praise him with clanging cymbals.
Let everything that lives and breathes
praise, praise the Lord.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!

Her foundations are on the holy mountains:
the Lord loves the gates of Zion
more than all Jacob's dwellings;
Of you are told glorious things,
City of God!
I will remember Rahab and Babylon,
Palestine, Tyre and Ethiopia,
when someone is born in them,
men say: 'There, this man was born.'
But of Zion, all say 'Mother!'
For all were born in her.
For all were born in her.
The Lord himself has founded her!
The Lord himself has founded her!
Mother, Mother, city of God!
The Lord writes in the book of the peoples:
'This man was born in her;'
and while dancing they will sing:
'In you are all my fountains.'
And while dancing, while dancing they will sing:
And while dancing, while dancing they will sing:
'all my fountains are in you.'
'All my fountains are in you.'
'Mother, Mother, city of God!'
For all…
And while dancing…