Nations, hear the word of Yahweh, * proclaim it to the far-off coasts:

“The Israel he scattered he will gather * and guard as a shepherd guards his flock.”

For the Lord has ransomed Jacob, * has saved him from an overpowering hand.

    They will come and shout for joy on Mount Zion, * they will rush to the blessings of the Lord,

    to the corn, the new wine and the oil, * to the flocks of sheep and the herds.

    They will flourish like a watered garden; * they will never be weary again.

    The young girls will rejoice and dance; * the men, young and old, will be glad.

I turn their mourning into joy, * I will console them, give them joy after their troubles.

The priests I will feed with plenty, * and my people shall be filled with my blessings.