¹⁷ Your eyes will see the king in his beauty.
    They will see a distant land.
¹⁸ Your heart will meditate on the terror.
    Where is he who counted?
    Where is he who weighed?
    Where is he who counted the towers?
¹⁹ You will no longer see the fierce people,
    a people of a deep speech that you can’t comprehend,
    with a strange language that you can’t understand.
²⁰ Look at Zion, the city of our appointed festivals.
    Your eyes will see Jerusalem, a quiet habitation,
    a tent that won’t be removed.
Its stakes will never be plucked up,
    nor will any of its cords be broken.
²¹ But there Yahweh will be with us in majesty,
    a place of wide rivers and streams,
    in which no galley with oars will go,
    neither will any gallant ship pass by there.
²² For Yahweh is our judge.
    Yahweh is our lawgiver.
    Yahweh is our king.
    He will save us.

²³ Your rigging is untied.
    They couldn’t strengthen the foot of their mast.
    They couldn’t spread the sail.
Then the prey of a great plunder was divided.
    The lame took the prey.

²⁴ The inhabitant won’t say, “I am sick.”
    The people who dwell therein will be forgiven their iniquity.