Psalm CXXXII.
1
Remember David's troubles, Lord,
How to the Lord he swore:
And vow'd a vow to Jacob's God,
The God of might and power.
2
I will not come into my house,
Nor climb into my bed:
Nor sleep will give unto mine eyes,
Nor slumber to mine head.
3
Till I have found a decent place,
In which the Lord may dwell:
A habitation that may please
The God of Jacob well.
4
We heard of it at Ephratah,
And in the woods have found:
And now into his tents will go,
And worship to the ground.
5
Arise, O Lord, into thy rest:
Thou and that ark of thine,
From whence thy mighty power appears,
And majesty divine.
6
Let righteousness the garment be,
Wherewith thy priests are clad:
And let thy saints with shouting sing,
And be exceeding glad.
7
Remember now thy promise, Lord,
Thou did'st to David make:
Reject not thine anointed king
For thy dear servants sake.
8
The Lord hath thus to David sworn,
And will not turn from it:
Thy children that from thee proceed,
Upon thy throne shall sit.
9
And if they keep my covenant,
And laws that I shall frame:
Their children too from age to age
Shall sit upon the same.
10
For God has chosen Zion hill,
And there desires to dwell:
This is, said he, my resting place,
I love and like it well.
11
Her stores I will with plenty bless,
And bounteously provide:
So that her poor shall want no bread,
But shall be satisfi'd.
12
Her priests arrai'd in robes of joy,
Shall my salvation praise:
And all her saints in highest notes
Their joyful voices raise.
13
The horn of David there shall bud,
His princely race shall spring:
His lamp shall never be extinct.
Nor house shall want a king.
14
Confusion shall the garment be
Of all his enemies:
But his dominion ever last,
And still in glory rise.
