A Song of degrees.
^1David, and his afflictions all,
Lord, do thou think upon;
^2How unto God he sware, and vow'd
to Jacob's mighty One.
^3I will not come within my house,
nor rest in bed at all;
^4Nor shall mine eyes take any sleep,
nor eyelids slumber shall;
^5Till for the Lord a place I find,
where he may make abode;
A place of habitation
for Jacob's mighty God.
^6Lo, at the place of Ephratah
of it we understood;
And we did find it in the fields,
and city of the wood.
^7We'll go into his tabernacles,
and at his footstool bow.
^8Arise, O Lord, into thy rest,
th' ark of thy strength, and thou.
^9O let thy priests be clothed, Lord,
with truth and righteousness;
And let all those that are thy saints
shout loud for joyfulness.
^10For thine own servant David's sake,
do not deny thy grace;
Nor of thine own anointed one
turn thou away the face.
^11The Lord in truth to David sware,
he will not turn from it,
I of thy body's fruit will make
upon thy throne to sit.
^12My cov'nant if thy sons will keep,
and laws to them made known,
Their children then shall also sit
for ever on thy throne.
^13For God of Sion hath made choice;
there he desires to dwell.
^14This is my rest, here still I'll stay;
for I do like it well.
^15Her food I'll greatly bless; her poor
with bread will satisfy.
^16Her priests I'll clothe with health; her saints
shall shout forth joyfully.
^17And there will I make David's horn
to bud forth pleasantly:
For him that mine anointed is
a lamp ordain'd have I.
^18As with a garment I will clothe
with shame his en'mies all:
But yet the crown that he doth wear
upon him flourish shall.