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Psalm 132

A Song of degrees.

Lord, remember David, and all his afflictions:
how he sware unto the Lord, and vowed unto the mighty God of Jacob;
surely I will not come into the tabernacle of my house,
nor go up into my bed;
I will not give sleep to mine eyes,
or slumber to mine eyelids,
until I find out a place for the Lord,
an habitation for the mighty God of Jacob.

Lo, we heard of it at Ephratah:
we found it in the fields of the wood.
We will go into his tabernacles:
we will worship at his footstool.
Arise, O Lord, into thy rest;
thou, and the ark of thy strength.
Let thy priests be clothed with righteousness;
and let thy saints shout for joy.
10 For thy servant David’s sake
turn not away the face of thine anointed.

11 The Lord hath sworn in truth unto David; he will not turn from it;
Of the fruit of thy body will I set upon thy throne.
12 If thy children will keep my covenant and my testimony that I shall teach them,
their children shall also sit upon thy throne for evermore.
13 For the Lord hath chosen Zion;
he hath desired it for his habitation.
14 This is my rest for ever:
here will I dwell; for I have desired it.
15 I will abundantly bless her provision:
I will satisfy her poor with bread.
16 I will also clothe her priests with salvation:
and her saints shall shout aloud for joy.
17 There will I make the horn of David to bud:
I have ordained a lamp for mine anointed.
18 His enemies will I clothe with shame:
but upon himself shall his crown flourish.