Psalm 132
A Song of Ascents.
All his affliction;
And vowed unto the Mighty One of Jacob:
Nor go up into my bed;
Or slumber to mine eyelids;
A tabernacle for the Mighty One of Jacob.
We found it in the field of the wood.
We will worship at his footstool.
Thou, and the ark of thy strength.
And let thy saints shout for joy.
Turn not away the face of thine anointed.
He will not turn from it:
Of the fruit of thy body will I set upon thy throne.
And my testimony that I shall teach them,
Their children also shall sit upon thy throne for evermore.
He hath desired it for his habitation.
Here will I dwell; for I have desired it.
I will satisfy her poor with bread.
And her saints shall shout aloud for joy.
I have ordained a lamp for mine anointed.
But upon himself shall his crown flourish.