Psalms.
Chapter 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. 
