⁸ You are my glory; let the instruments of music be awake; I myself will be awake with the dawn.

⁹ Because of this my heart is glad, and my glory is full of joy: while my flesh takes its rest in hope.

¹² So that my glory may make songs of praise to you and not be quiet. O Lord my God, I will give you praise for ever.

¹² Awake! awake! Deborah: awake! awake! give a song: Up! Barak, and take prisoner those who took you prisoner, O son of Abinoam.

¹ <A Song. A Psalm. Of David.> O God, my heart is fixed; I will make songs and melody, even with my glory.

² Give out your sounds, O corded instruments: the dawn will be awaking with my song.

³ I will give you praise, O Lord, among the peoples; I will make melody to you among the nations.

³ Give him praise with the sound of the horn: give him praise with corded instruments of music.

¹ Awake! awake! put on your strength, O Zion; put on your beautiful robes, O Jerusalem, the holy town: for from now there will never again come into you the unclean and those without circumcision.

⁹ Give sounds of joy, make melody together, waste places of Jerusalem: for the Lord has given comfort to his people, he has taken up the cause of Jerusalem.

²⁶ And for this cause my heart was glad and my tongue full of joy, and my flesh will be resting in hope: