A song of ascents.

Lord, remember David and all his anxious care; how he swore an oath to the Lord, vowed to the Mighty One of Jacob:

"I will not enter the house where I live, nor lie on the couch where I sleep; I will give my eyes no sleep, my eyelids no rest, till I find a home for the Lord, a dwelling for the Mighty One of Jacob."
"We have heard of it in Ephrathah; we have found it in the fields of Jaar.
Let us enter God's dwelling; let us worship at God's footstool."
"Arise, Lord, come to your resting place, you and your majestic ark.
Your priests will be clothed with justice; your faithful will shout for joy."

For the sake of David your servant, do not reject your anointed.

The Lord swore an oath to David, a pledge never to be broken:

"Your own offspring I will set upon your throne.
If your sons observe my covenant, the laws I shall teach them, their sons, in turn, shall sit forever on your throne."

Yes, the Lord has chosen Zion, desired it for a dwelling:

"This is my resting place forever; here I will dwell, for I desire it.
I will bless Zion with meat; its poor I will fill with bread.
I will clothe its priests with blessing; its faithful shall shout for joy.
There I will make a horn sprout for David's line; I will set a lamp for my anointed.
His foes I will clothe with shame, but on him my crown shall gleam."

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