I will write a song about the temple of the Lord
The temple in which the Lord dwells
He guides it securely forever
Like the fortified walls of Jerusalem
God himself is his temple’s towers
And he daily reveals himself as its defender
I will sing about the city of the Lord
Let the oceans roar and foam
Let the mountains tremble as the waters surge
A river brings joy to the city of our God
The sacred home of the Most High
God dwells in that city; it cannot be destroyed
From the very break of day, God will protect it.
I will sing about the fruitful vineyard of the Lord.
The Lord himself will watch over it, watering it carefully
Day and night He will watch so no one can harm it
His anger against it is all gone
If He finds briers and thorns growing, He will attack them
He will burn them up unless they turn to him for help
The time is coming when Jacob’s descendants will take root
Israel will bud and blossom and fill the whole earth with fruit!
I will sing about the tree of the Lord
The trees of the LORD are full of sap; the cedars of Lebanon
They are the shoot He has planted
The work of his hands, for the display of his splendor
Those that be planted in the house of the LORD
Shall flourish in the courts of our God
They will still yield fruit in old age
They shall be full of sap and very green.
I am the Temple of the Lord
I am the City of the Lord
I am the Fruitful Vineyard of the Lord
I am Lebanon, the tree planted by the Lord
Is it not yet a very little while, and Lebanon shall become a fruitful field,
and the fruitful field shall be esteemed a forest?