In Praise of the Temple
1 Lord, do not forget David
and all the hardships he endured.
2 Remember, Lord, what he promised,
the vow he made to you, the Mighty God of Jacob:
3 “I will not go home or go to bed;
4 I will not rest or sleep,
5 until I provide a place for the Lord,
a home for the Mighty God of Jacob.”

6 In Bethlehem we heard about the Covenant Box,
and we found it in the fields of Jearim.
7 We said, “Let us go to the Lord's house;
let us worship before his throne.”

8 Come to the Temple, Lord, with the Covenant Box,
the symbol of your power,
and stay here forever.
9 May your priests do always what is right;
may your people shout for joy!

10 You made a promise to your servant David;
do not reject your chosen king, Lord.
11 You made a solemn promise to David—
a promise you will not take back:
“I will make one of your sons king,
and he will rule after you.
12 If your sons are true to my covenant
and to the commands I give them,
their sons, also, will succeed you for all time as kings.”

13 The Lord has chosen Zion;
he wants to make it his home:
14 “This is where I will live forever;
this is where I want to rule.
15 I will richly provide Zion with all she needs;
I will satisfy her poor with food.
16 I will bless her priests in all they do,
and her people will sing and shout for joy.
17 Here I will make one of David's descendants a great king;
here I will preserve the rule of my chosen king.
18 I will cover his enemies with shame,
but his kingdom will prosper and flourish.”
1 A song of degrees. Lord, remember Dauid with all his affliction. 2 Who sware vnto the Lord, and vowed vnto the mightie God of Iaakob, saying, 3 I will not enter into the tabernacle of mine house, nor come vpon my pallet or bed, 4 Nor suffer mine eyes to sleepe, nor mine eye lids to slumber, 5 Vntill I finde out a place for the Lord, an habitation for the mightie God of Iaakob. 6 Lo, we heard of it in Ephrathah, and found it in the fieldes of the forest. 7 We will enter into his Tabernacles, and worship before his footestoole. 8 Arise, O Lord, to come into thy rest, thou, and the Arke of thy strength. 9 Let thy Priests be clothed with righteousnesse, and let thy Saints reioyce. 10 For thy seruant Dauids sake refuse not the face of thine Anointed. 11 The Lord hath sworne in trueth vnto Dauid, and he wil not shrinke from it, saying, Of the fruite of thy body will I set vpon thy throne. 12 If thy sonnes keepe my couenant, and my testimonies, that I shall teach them, their sonnes also shall sit vpon thy throne for euer. 13 For the Lord hath chosen Zion, and loued to dwell in it, saying, 14 This is my rest for euer: here will I dwell, for I haue a delite therein. 15 I will surely blesse her vitailes, and will satisfie her poore with bread, 16 And will clothe her Priests with saluation, and her Saints shall shoute for ioye. 17 There will I make the horne of Dauid to bud: for I haue ordeined a light for mine Anoynted. 18 His enemies will I clothe with shame, but on him his crowne shall florish.