<p class="poetry">Look, I have inscribed your name<n id="1" /> on my palms;p> <p class="poetry">your walls are constantly before me.p>

<p class="poetry">The fortified city (along with the very tops of your<n id="1" /> walls)<n id="2" /> he will knock down,p> <p class="poetry">he will bring it down, he will throw it down to the dusty ground.<n id="3" />p>

<p class="poetry">Sounds of violence<n id="1" /> will no longer be heard in your land,p> <p class="poetry">or the sounds of<n id="2" /> destruction and devastation within your borders.p> <p class="poetry">You will name your walls, &#8216;Deliverance,&#8217;p> <p class="poetry">and your gates, &#8216;Praise.&#8217;p>

<p class="poetry">I<n id="1" /> post watchmen on your walls, O Jerusalem;p> <p class="poetry">they should keep praying all day and all night.<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">You who pray to<n id="3" /> the <sc>Lordsc>, don&#8217;t be silent!p>