Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God hath shined.
Let thy priests be clothed with righteousness; and let thy saints shout for joy.
Let the saints be joyful in glory: let them sing aloud upon their beds.
One generation shall praise thy works to another, and shall declare thy mighty acts.
Who maketh his angels spirits; his ministers a flaming fire:
Bless ye the Lord, all ye his hosts; ye ministers of his, that do his pleasure.
The angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear him, and delivereth them.
For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.
Bless the Lord, ye his angels, that excel in strength, that do his commandments, hearkening unto the voice of his word.
Thy testimonies are wonderful: therefore doth my soul keep them.