Psalm 132

A Song of degrees.

1        David, and his afflictions all,

                   Lord, do thou think upon;

2        How unto God he sware, and vow'd

                   to Jacob's mighty One.

3        I will not come within my house,

                   nor rest in bed at all;

4        Nor shall mine eyes take any sleep,

                   nor eyelids slumber shall;

5        Till for the Lord a place I find,

                   where he may make abode;

          A place of habitation

                   for Jacob's mighty God.

6        Lo, at the place of Ephratah

                   of it we understood;

          And we did find it in the fields,

                   and city of the wood.

7        We'll go into his tabernacles,

                   and at his footstool bow.

8        Arise, O Lord, into thy rest,

                   th' ark of thy strength, and thou.

9        O let thy priests be clothed, Lord,

                   with truth and righteousness;

          And let all those that are thy saints

                   shout loud for joyfulness.

10      For thine own servant David's sake,

                   do not deny thy grace;

          Nor of thine own anointed one

                   turn thou away the face.

11      The Lord in truth to David sware,

                   he will not turn from it,

          I of thy body's fruit will make

                   upon thy throne to sit.

12      My cov'nant if thy sons will keep,

                   and laws to them made known,

          Their children then shall also sit

                   for ever on thy throne.

13      For God of Sion hath made choice;

                   there he desires to dwell.

14      This is my rest, here still I'll stay;

                   for I do like it well.

15      Her food I'll greatly bless; her poor

                   with bread will satisfy.

16      Her priests I'll clothe with health; her saints

                   shall shout forth joyfully.

17      And there will I make David's horn

                   to bud forth pleasantly:

          For him that mine anointed is

                   a lamp ordain'd have I.

18      As with a garment I will clothe

                   with shame his en'mies all:

          But yet the crown that he doth wear

                   upon him flourish shall.