Psalm 122

A Song of degrees of David.

1        I joy'd when to the house of God,

                   Go up, they said to me.

2        Jerusalem, within thy gates

                   our feet shall standing be.

3        Jerus'lem, as a city, is

                   compactly built together:

4        Unto that place the tribes go up,

                   the tribes of God go thither:

          To Isr'el's testimony, there

                   to God's name thanks to pay.

5        For thrones of judgment, ev'n the thrones

                   of David's house, there stay.

6        Pray that Jerusalem may have

                   peace and felicity:

          Let them that love thee and thy peace

                   have still prosperity.

7        Therefore I wish that peace may still

                   within thy walls remain,

          And ever may thy palaces

                   prosperity retain.

8        Now, for my friends' and brethren's sakes,

                   Peace be in thee, I'll say.

9        And for the house of God our Lord,

                   I'll seek thy good alway.