Behold, my God of help,
in whom I trust, and tremble not.
Truly, my strength and melody is yah, The One,
who is for me the source of help.
So draw, in joy, the waters
from the Fount of Help.
all help belongs to You.
Upon your people are your blessings. Let it happen!
With us is The Great One of the Multitudes of Heaven,
Stronghold for us, the God of Jacob. Be it so!
O, Great One of the Multitudes...