Psalms.
Chapter 132.
A Song of degrees. Lord, remember David, And all his afflictions: 
How he sware unto the Lord, And vowed unto the mighty God 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 the Lord, A habitation for the mighty God of Jacob. 
Lo, we heard of it at Ephratah: We found it in the fields of the wood. 
We will go into his tabernacles: We will worship at his footstool. 
Arise, O Lord, into thy rest; 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. 
The Lord hath sworn in truth unto David; 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 the Lord hath chosen Zion; He hath desired it for his habitation. 
This is my rest for ever: Here will I dwell; for I have desired it. 
I will abundantly bless her provision: I will satisfy her poor with bread. 
I will also clothe her priests 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. 
