Psalms 132 · תהילים

A Ma῾alot Poem. Lord, remember to David’s favour all his afflictions:

how he swore to the Lord, and vowed to the mighty God of Ya῾aqov:

Surely I will not come into the tabernacle of my house, nor go up into my bed;

I will not give sleep to my eyes, slumber to my eyelids,

until I find out a place for the Lord, a habitation for the mighty One of Ya῾aqov.

Lo, we heard of it at Efrat: we found it in Sede-ya῾ar.

We will go into his dwelling places: we will worship at his footstool.

Arise, O Lord, to Thy resting place; Thou, and the ark of Thy strength.

Let Thy priests be clothed with righteousness; and let Thy pious ones shout for joy.

For Thy servant David’s sake do not turn away the face of Thy anointed.

The Lord has sworn in truth to David; he will not turn from it; One of the sons of thy body will I set upon thy throne.

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.

For the Lord has chosen Żiyyon: he has desired it for his habitation.

This is my resting place forever: here will I dwell; for I have desired it.

I will abundantly bless her provisions: I will satisfy her poor with bread.

I will also clothe her priests with salvation: and her pious ones shall shout aloud for joy.

There will I make the horn of David to shoot up: I have set up a lamp for my anointed.

His enemies I will clothe with shame: but upon himself his crown will flourish.