⁹ Thou shalt ascend and come like a storm, thou shalt be like a cloud to cover the land, thou, and all thy bands, and many people with thee.

¹⁵ And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

³ Oh, send out your light and your truth. Let them lead me. Let them bring me to your holy hill, To your tents.

⁴ Then I will go to the altar of God, to God, my exceeding joy. I will praise you on the harp, God, my God.