Your throne, O God, is permanent. The scepter of your kingdom is a scepter of justice.

The tribes go up there, the tribes of the Lord, where it is required that Israel give thanks to the name of the Lord.

You will break them with an iron scepter; you will smash them like a potter’s jar!’”

I will punish their rebellion by beating them with a club, their sin by inflicting them with bruises.

He brought his people out enriched with silver and gold; none of his tribes stumbled.

He rejected the tent of Joseph; he did not choose the tribe of Ephraim.

Remember your people whom you acquired in ancient times, whom you rescued so they could be your very own nation, as well as Mount Zion, where you dwell!

He drove the nations out from before them; he assigned them their tribal allotments and allowed the tribes of Israel to settle down.

He chose the tribe of Judah, and Mount Zion, which he loves.

Even when I must walk through the darkest valley, I fear no danger, for you are with me; your rod and your staff reassure me.

Indeed, the scepter of a wicked king will not settle upon the allotted land of the godly. Otherwise the godly might do what is wrong.