Let your eyes be resting on Zion, the town of our holy feasts: you will see Jerusalem, a quiet resting-place, a tent which will not be moved, whose tent-pins will never be pulled up, and whose cords will never be broken.
Tadimang Sione, motse wa mekete e halalelang, mahlo a lona a tla bona Jerusalema, leaho la kgotso, tente e ke keng ya thakgollwa, thakgisa tsa yona ha di ka ke tsa kgokgothollwa, thapo tsa yona ha di ka ke tsa kgaoha.