A song of high degrees. O God be mindfull of Dauid: with all his affliction.

Who swore vnto God: who made a vowe vnto the most mightie Lorde of Iacob.

Saying I wyll not enter into the tabernacle of my house: nor get vp into my bed.

I wyll not suffer myne eyes to slepe: nor myne eye liddes to slumber.

Untill I finde out a place for the temple of God: an habitation for the most mightie Lorde of Iacob.

Beholde, we hearde it to be at Ephratha: we founde it in the fieldes of the forest.

We wyll go into his tabernacle: and fall downe on our knees before his footestoole.

Aryse O God for to come into thy resting place: thou and the arke of thy strength.

Let thy priestes be clothed with righteousnes: and let thy saintes make a ioyfull noyse.

For thy seruaunt Dauids sake: turne not away from the face of thyne annoynted.

God hath sworne for a trueth vnto Dauid, and he wyll not go from it: I wyll place vpon thy throne some of the fruite of thy body.

If thy chyldren wyll kepe my couenaunt and my testimonies whiche I wyll teache them: their chyldren also shall sit vpon thy throne for euermore.

For God hath chosen to be in Sion: he had a desire that it might be an habitation for hym.

This is sayeth he my rest for euer: heare I wyll dwell, for I haue a desire to it.

I wyll aboundauntly powre my blessinges vpon her victuals: and I wyll satisfie her poore with bread.

I wyll clothe her priestes with saluation: and her saintes shall make an exceeding ioyfull noyse.

I will make there the horne of Dauid to bud vp: I wyll ordayne a light for mine annoynted.

I wyll clothe his enemies with shame: but his crowne shall florishe vppon hym selfe.