A messianic psalm—Of the fruit of David’s loins will the Lord set One upon His throne—The Lord will bless Zion, and her Saints will shout for joy.
A Song of degrees.
1 Lord, aremember David, and all his afflictions:
3 Surely I will not come into the tabernacle of my house, nor go up into my bed;
4 I will not give sleep to mine eyes, or slumber to mine eyelids,
5 Until I find out a place for the Lord, an ahabitation for the mighty God of Jacob.
6 Lo, we heard of it at Ephratah: we found it in the fields of athe wood.
7 We will go into his tabernacles: we will worship at his footstool.
8 Arise, O Lord, into thy rest; thou, and the ark of thy strength.
10 For thy servant David’s sake turn not away the face of thine anointed.
13 For the Lord hath chosen aZion; 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 apoor with bread.
18 His enemies will I clothe with ashame: but upon himself shall his crown flourish.