16 Terror and dread fall upon them;

because of the greatness of thy arm, they are as still as a stone,

till thy people, O Lord, pass by,

till the people pass by whom thou hast purchased.

17 Thou wilt bring them in, and plant them on thy own mountain,

the place, O Lord, which thou hast made for thy abode,

the sanctuary, Lord, which thy hands have established.