Psalm 132, A Song of Degrees
We will worship at his footstool.
Arise, O Lord, into thy rest, thou and the ark of thy strength.
Let thy priests be clothed with righteousness, and let thy saints shout
for joy.
For thy servant David's sake turn not away the face of thine anointed.
The Lord hath sworn in truth unto David, he will not turn from it.
Of the fruit of thy body will I sit upon thy throne.
If thy children will keep my covenant and my testimony that I shall teach them,
their children shall also sit upon thy throne for evermore.
For the Lord hath chosen Zion, he hath desired it for his habitation.
This is my rest forever, here will I dwell, for I have desired it.
I will abundantly bless her provision, I will satisfy her poor with bread.
I will also clothe her priests with salvation, and her saints shall shout
aloud for joy.
There will I make the horn of David to bud, I have ordained a lamp for mine
anointed.
His enemies will I clothe with shame, but upon himself shall his crown flourish.