There is a river whose streams shall make glad the city of Elohim, the holy place of the tabernacle of the Most High. Elohim is in the midst of her, she shall not be moved; Elohim shall help her, just at the break of dawn. The nations raged, the kingdoms were moved; He uttered His voice, the earth melted. YeHoVaH Tzevaot is with us; The Elohim of Jacob is our refuge. Shabbat Shalom