PsaΨαλμ PsalmsΨαλμοί, psalmψαλμός Book of PsalmsΨαλτήριον, psalmψαλμός 132

A Song of Ascents.

Jehovah, remember for David

All his affliction;

How he sware unto Jehovah,

And vowed unto the Mighty One of Jacob:

Surely I will not come into the tabernacle of my house,

Nor go up into my bed;

I will not give sleep to mine eyes,

Or slumber to mine eyelids;

Until I find out a place for Jehovah,

A tabernacle for the Mighty One of Jacob.

Lo, we heard of it in Ephrathah:

We found it in the field of the wood.

We will go into his tabernacles;

We will worship at his footstool.

Arise, O Jehovah, into thy resting-place;

Thou, and the ark of thy strength.

Let thy priests be clothed with righteousness;

And let thy saints shout for joy.

For thy servant David’s sake

Turn not away the face of thine anointed.

Jehovah hath sworn unto David in truth;

He will not turn from it:

Of the fruit of thy body will I set upon thy throne.

If thy children will keep my covenant

And my testimony that I shall teach them,

Their children also shall sit upon thy throne for evermore.

For Jehovah hath chosen Zion;

He hath desired it for his habitation.

This is my resting-place for ever:

Here will I dwell; for I have desired it.

I will abundantly bless her provision:

I will satisfy her poor with bread.

Her priests also will I clothe with salvation;

And her saints shall shout aloud for joy.

There will I make the horn of David to bud:

I have ordained a lamp for mine anointed.

His enemies will I clothe with shame;

But upon himself shall his crown flourish.