Yet you, God, are sovereign still,always and ever sovereign.You’ll get up from your throne and help Zion—it’s time for compassionate help.Oh, how your servants love this city’s rubbleand weep with compassion over its dust!The godless nations will sit up and take notice—see your glory, worship your name—When God rebuilds Zion,when he shows up in all his glory,When he attends to the prayer of the wretched.He won’t dismiss their prayer.