Sion, daughter of the Covenant, look, you were weak, sick and unhealthy, but I make you young again, strong and healthy forever.  

Sion, therefore you are the beams of the New Middle Sun, there where it will rise over the New Jerusalem.

Sion, you are the snow-white lily beside the Eternal Freshwater Source, there where you are going to flower to the joy of the entire creation.

Sion, you are the Bride and for your wedding feast, you came especially to this little planet Earth.

Sion, the whore of Babylon lies crushed underneath your heel, and look, Mammon also perished under the whiplash of your whip.