Psalm 131

Domine, non est

Lord, I am not high-minded *

I have no proud looks.

I do not exercise myself in great matters *

which are too high for me.

But I refrain my soul, and keep it low, like as a child that is weaned from his mother *

yea, my soul is even as a weaned child.

O Israel, trust in the Lord *

from this time forth for evermore.

Psalm 132

Memento, Domine

Lord, remember David *

and all his trouble;

How he sware unto the Lord *

and vowed a vow unto the Almighty God of Jacob;

I will not come within the tabernacle of mine house *

nor climb up into my bed;

I will not suffer mine eyes to sleep, nor mine eye-lids to slumber *

neither the temples of my head to take any rest;

Until I find out a place for the temple of the Lord *

an habitation for the mighty God of Jacob.

Lo, we heard of the same at Ephrata *

and found it in the wood.

We will go into his tabernacle *

and fall low on our knees before his footstool.

Arise, O Lord, into thy resting-place *

thou, and the ark of thy strength.

Let thy priests be clothed with righteousness *

and let thy saints sing with joyfulness.

For thy servant David’s sake *

turn not away the presence of thine Anointed.

The Lord hath made a faithful oath unto David *

and he shall not shrink from it;

Of the fruit of thy body *

shall I set upon thy seat.

If thy children will keep my covenant, and my testimonies that I shall learn them *

their children also shall sit upon thy seat for evermore.

For the Lord hath chosen Sion to be an habitation for himself *

he hath longed for her.

This shall be my rest for ever *

here will I dwell, for I have a delight therein.

I will bless her victuals with increase *

and will satisfy her poor with bread.

I will deck her priests with health *

and her saints shall rejoice and sing.

There shall I make the horn of David to flourish *

I have ordained a lantern for mine Anointed.

As for his enemies, I shall clothe them with shame *

but upon himself shall his crown flourish.

Psalm 133

Ecce, quam bonum!

Behold, how good and joyful a thing it is *

brethren, to dwell together in unity!

It is like the precious ointment upon the head, that ran down unto the beard *

even unto Aaron’s beard, and went down to the skirts of his clothing.

Like as the dew of Hermon *

which fell upon the hill of Sion.

For there the Lord promised his blessing *

and life for evermore.