Psalm 132

Psalm CXXXII.

A Song of degrees.

Lord, ^aremember David,

And all his afflictions:

²How he sware unto the Lord,

And ^aavowed unto ^bthe mighty God of Jacob;

³Surely I will not come into the tabernacle of my house,

Nor go up into my bed;

⁴I will not ^cgive sleep to mine eyes,

Or ^cslumber to mine eyelids,

⁵Until ^dI find out a place for the Lord,

A habitation for ^bthe mighty God of Jacob.

⁶Lo, we heard of ^eit at ^fEphratah:

^gWe found it in the fields ^hof the wood.

⁷We will go into his ⁱtabernacles:

^jWe will worship at his ^kfootstool.

^8lArise, O Lord, into ^mthy rest;

Thou, and the ^enark of thy strength.

^9oLet thy priests be clothed with righteousness;

And let thy ^psaints shout for joy.

¹⁰For thy servant David’s sake

^qTurn not away the face of ^rthine anointed.

^11sThe Lord ^thath sworn in truth unto David;

^tHe will not turn from it;

^uOf the fruit of thy body will I set upon thy throne.

^12vIf thy children will keep my covenant

And my testimony that I shall teach them,

Their children also shall ^wsit upon thy throne for evermore.

^13xFor the Lord hath chosen Zion;

He hath desired it for his habitation.

¹⁴This is ^ymy rest for ever:

Here ^zwill I dwell; for I have desired it.

^15aI will abundantly bless her provision:

I ^bwill satisfy her poor with bread.

^16cI will also clothe her priests with salvation:

And her ^desaints shall shout aloud for joy.

¹⁷There will I ^fmake the horn of David to bud:

I have ordained ^ga lamp for ^hmine anointed.

¹⁸His enemies will I ⁱclothe with shame:

But upon himself shall his crown flourish.