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 priest 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.