PSALM 132
1A song of ascents.
all his torment
2when he swore to the LORD,
vowed to Jacob’s Champion:
3“I will not come into the tent of my home,
I will not mount my couch,
4I will not give sleep to my eyes
nor slumber to my lids
5until I find a place for the LORD,
a dwelling for Jacob’s Champion.”
6Look, we heard of it in Ephratha,
we found it in the fields of Jaar.
7Let us come to His dwelling,
let us bow to His footstool.
8Rise, O LORD, to Your resting place,
You and the Ark of Your strength.
9Let Your priests don victory,
and let Your faithful sing gladly.
10For the sake of David Your servant,
do not turn away Your anointed.
11The LORD swore to David
a true oath from which He will not turn back:
“From the fruit of Your loins
I will set up a throne for you.
12If your sons keep My pact
and My precept that I shall teach them,
their sons, too, evermore
shall sit on the throne that is yours.”
13For the LORD has chosen Zion,
He desired it as His seat.
14“This is My resting place evermore,
Here will I dwell, for I desired it.
15I will surely bless its provisions,
its needy I will sate with bread.
16And its priests I will clothe with victory,
and its faithful will surely sing gladly.
17There will I make a horn grow for David,
I have readied a lamp for my anointed.
18His enemies I will clothe with shame,