You will judge the nations and the peoples;
they shall all thank you!

Let God arise; let his enemies be scattered
like smoke, like wax melting before a fire.
Sing to God, sing praises to his name,
extol him who rides on the clouds,
father of the fatherless and defender of the widows,
the lonely, the prisoners.
God, you went out before your people.
God, you sent a plentiful rain,
and confirmed your inheritance when it was weary.
The ones who proclaim it are a great company.
You remain behind with the herds,
with the dove with silver wings and golden feathers.
Snow fell on Zalmon,
and on Bashan, the mountain of God,
a rugged mountain range.
God, you have ascended on high.
You have led away captives.
You have received gifts.
God, they have seen your
procession to the sanctuary.
The singers went before,
the minstrels followed after, among the girls playing little tambourines