¹ I lift up my eyes to the hills—
    from where will my help come?

¹ In my distress I cry to the Lord,
    that he may answer me:^(A)

¹ To you I lift up my eyes,
    O you who are enthroned in the heavens!^(A)

²³ Truly the hills are^[a] a delusion,
    a tumult on the mountains.
Truly in the Lord our God
    is the salvation of Israel.^(A)

³     Many peoples shall come and say,
“Come, let us go up to the mountain of the Lord,
    to the house of the God of Jacob,
that he may teach us his ways
    and that we may walk in his paths.”
For out of Zion shall go forth instruction
    and the word of the Lord from Jerusalem.^(A)

⁶ “I have set my king on Zion, my holy hill.”^(A)

¹ On the holy mount stands the city he founded;

⁶⁸ but he chose the tribe of Judah,
    Mount Zion, which he loves.^(A)