A song of degrees.
1 I Joy’d in them, that to me said
to the Lords house go we.
2 Jerusalem, within thy gates,
our feet shall standing be.
3 Jerusalem, it builded is
like unto a city
together which compacted is
within itself closely.
4 Whether the tribes, Gods tribes ascend
unto Isr’el’s witness;
that they unto Jehovah’s Name
may render thankfulness.
5 For there the judgments thrones, the thrones
of David’s house do sit.
6 O for Jerusalem her peace
see that ye pray for it:
Prosper they shall that do thee love.
7 Peace in thy fortresses
o let there be, prosperity
within thy Palaces.
8 For my brethren and for my friends,
I’ll now speak peace to thee.
9 I’ll for our God Jehovah’s house,
seek thy felicity.