(A)Look upon Zion, the city of our appointed feasts; Your eyes will see Jerusalem, an (B)undisturbed habitation, (C)A tent which will not be folded; Its stakes will never be pulled up, Nor any of its cords be torn apart.
But there the majestic One, the Lord, will be for us A place of (D)rivers and wide canals On which no boat with oars will go, And on which no mighty ship will pass—
Your tackle hangs slack; It cannot hold the base of its mast firmly, Nor spread out the sail. Then the (I)prey of an abundant spoil will be divided; (J)The lame will take the plunder.