A song of degrees.
1 WHen as the Lord return’d again
Zion’s captivity:
at that time unto them that dream
compared might we be.
2 Then was our mouth with laughter fill’d,
with singing then our tongue:
the Lord hath done great things for them
said they, t’ heathens among.
3 The Lord hath done great things for us,
whereof we joyful be.
4 As streams in South, do thou o Lord,
turn our captivity.
5 Who sow in tears, shall reap in joy.
6 Who do go forth, and mourn,
bearing choice seed, shall sure with joy
bringing their sheaves return.