he sets the lowly on high, that those who mourn are raised to safety.

The countries are assembled all around you; take once more your rightful place over them!

Do not be so certain you have won! Do not speak with your head held so high!

You ascend on high, you have taken many captives. You receive tribute from men, including even sinful rebels. Indeed the Lord God lives there!

Like a swallow or a thrush I chirp, I coo like a dove; my eyes grow tired from looking up to the sky. O sovereign master, I am oppressed; help me!