Psalms 132:1-17

¹A Song of degrees. Lord, remember David, And all his afflictions:

²How he sware unto the Lord, And vowed unto the mighty God of Jacob;

³Surely I will not come into the tabernacle of my house, Nor go up into my bed;

⁴I will not give sleep to mine eyes, Or slumber to mine eyelids,

⁵Until I find out a place for the Lord, A habitation for the mighty God of Jacob.

⁶Lo, we heard of it at Ephratah: We found it in the fields of the wood.

⁷We will go into his tabernacles: We will worship at his footstool.

⁸Arise, O Lord, into thy rest; Thou, and the ark of thy strength.

⁹Let thy priests be clothed with righteousness; And let thy saints shout for joy.

¹⁰For thy servant David’s sake Turn not away the face of thine anointed.

¹¹The 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.

¹²If thy children will keep my covenant And my testimony that I shall teach them, Their children also shall sit upon thy throne for evermore.

¹³For the Lord hath chosen Zion; He hath desired it for his habitation.

¹⁴This is my rest for ever: Here will I dwell; for I have desired it.

¹⁵I will abundantly bless her provision: I will satisfy her poor with bread.

¹⁶I will also clothe her priests with salvation: And her saints shall shout aloud for joy.

¹⁷There will I make the horn of David to bud: I have ordained a lamp for mine anointed.