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A Song of degrees.
1 Remember David, Lord, and all’s affliction: 2 How to the Lord he swore, and vow’d to Jacob’s mighty one. 3 Surely I will not go my house’s tent into: upon the pallet of my bed, thither I will not go.
4 I will not verily give sleep unto mine eyes: nor will I give to mine eyelids slumber in any wise, 5 Until that for the Lord I do find out a seat: a fixed habitation, for Jacob’s God so great.
6 Behold, at Ephratah, there did we of it hear: ev’n in the plain fields of the wood we found it to be there. 7 We’ll go into his tents: we’ll at his footstool bow. 8 Arise, Lord, thou into thy rest: and th’ ark of thy strength now.
9 Grant that thy priests may be clothed with righteousness: O let thy holy ones likewise shout forth for joyfulness. 10 Let not for David’s sake a servant unto thee, the face of thine anointed one away quite turned be.
11 The Lord to David sware truth, nor will turn from it; thy body’s fruit, of him I’ll make upon thy throne to sit. 12 If thy sons keep my law, and cov’nant, I teach them; upon thy throne for evermore shall sit their children then.
13 Because Jehovah hath made choice of mount Sion: he hath desired it to be his habitation. 14 This is my resting place to perpetuity: here will I dwell, and that because desired it have I.
15 Bless her provision abundantly I will: the poor that be in her with bread by me shall have their fill. 16 Her priests with saving health them also I will clad: her holy ones likewise they shall with shouting loud be glad.
17 The horn of David I will make to bud forth there: a candle I prepared have for mine anointed dear. 18 His enemies I will with shame apparel them: but flourishing upon himself shall be his diadem.