Lord, remember David, *
and all his tribulations;
How he swore unto the Lord, *
and vowed a vow unto the Almighty God of Jacob:
“I will not come within the tabernacle of my house, *
nor climb up into my bed;
I will not allow my eyes to sleep, nor my eyelids to slumber, *
neither the temples of my head to take any rest,
Until I find a place for the temple of the Lord, *
a habitation for the mighty God of Jacob.”
Lo, we heard of the ark at Ephrathah *
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 your resting-place, *
you and the ark of your strength.
Let your priests be clothed with righteousness, *
and let your saints sing with joy.
For your servant David’s sake, *
turn not away the presence of your Anointed.
The Lord has made a faithful oath unto David, *
and he shall not shrink from it:
“Of the fruit of your body *
shall I set upon your throne.
If your children will keep my covenant, and my testimonies that I shall teach them, *
their children also shall sit upon your throne for evermore.”
For the Lord has chosen Zion for himself; *
he has longed for her to be his habitation:
“This shall be my rest for ever; *
here will I dwell, for I have a delight therein.
I will bless her provisions with increase, *
and will satisfy her poor with bread.
I will clothe her priests with salvation, *
and her saints shall rejoice and sing.
There shall I make the horn of David flourish; *
I have prepared a lantern for my Anointed.
As for his enemies, I shall clothe them with shame; *
but upon his head shall his crown flourish.”
Ecce, quam bonum!
Behold, how good and joyful a thing it is *
when brethren dwell together in unity.
It is like the precious ointment upon the head, that ran down upon the beard, *
even Aaron’s beard, and went down to the edges of his clothing,
Like the dew of Hermon, *
which falls upon the hills of Zion.
For there the Lord promised his blessing, *
even life for evermore.