A Song of degrees. 8,6,8,6 ^1When Sion's bondage God turn'd back, as men that dream'd were we. ^2Then fill'd with laughter was our mouth, our tongue with melody: They mong the heathen said, The Lord great things for them hath wrought. ^3The Lord hath done great things for us, whence joy to us is brought. ^4As streams of water in the south, our bondage, Lord, recall. ^5Who sow in tears, a reaping time of joy enjoy they shall. ^6That man who, bearing precious seed, in going forth doth mourn, He doubtless, bringing back his sheaves, rejoicing shall return. |