²² As the host of heaven cannot be numbered, neither the sand of the sea measured; so will I multiply the seed of David my servant, and the Levites that minister unto me.

¹ A Song of Ascents. When Jehovah brought back those that returned to Zion, We were like unto them that dream.

² Then was our mouth filled with laughter, And our tongue with singing: Then said they among the nations, Jehovah hath done great things for them.

³ Jehovah hath done great things for us, [Whereof] we are glad.

⁴ Turn again our captivity, O Jehovah, As the streams in the South.

⁵ They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.

⁶ He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing seed for sowing, Shall doubtless come again with joy, bringing his sheaves [with him].