Psalms of Solomon 11

1 Blow ye in Zion on the trumpet to summon the saints, Cause ye to be heard in Jerusalem the voice of him that bringeth good tidings; For God hath had pity on Israel in visiting them.

2 Stand on the height, O Jerusalem, and behold thy children, From the East and the West, gathered together by the Lord;

3 From the North they come in the gladness of their God, From the isles afar off God hath gathered them.

4 High mountains hath he abased into a plain for them; The hills fled at their entrance.

5 The woods gave them shelter as they passed by; Every sweet-smelling tree God caused to spring up for them,

6 That Israel might pass by in the visitation of the glory of their God.

7 Put on, O Jerusalem, thy glorious garments; Make ready thy holy robe; For God hath spoken good concerning Israel, forever and ever.

8 Let the Lord do what he hath spoken concerning Israel and Jerusalem; Let the Lord raise up Israel by his glorious name.

9 The mercy of the Lord be upon Israel forever and ever.