O Lord, I love the temple where you live,
He is a father to the fatherless and an advocate for widows.
For you have taken refuge in the Lord, my shelter, the sovereign One.
Be my protector and refuge,
A prayer of Moses, the man of God. O Lord, you have been our protector
Babylon will become a heap of ruins. Jackals will make their home there.
Be silent in the Lord’s presence, all people everywhere,
Why are you
You will see trouble in my dwelling place!
The priests and Levites got up and pronounced blessings on the people. The Lord responded favorably to them
The Lord God of their ancestors
The Lord said,
Listen! News is coming even now.
“Hazor will become a permanent wasteland, a place where only jackals live.
Where now is the den of the lions,
Look down from your holy dwelling place in heaven and bless your people Israel and the land you have given us, just as you promised our ancestors – a land flowing with milk and honey.”