Psalms 132

1 A Song of the going up. Lord, give thought to David, and to all his troubles;

The song of greces. Lord, haue thou mynde on Dauid; and of al his myldenesse.

2 How he made an oath to the Lord, and gave his word to the great God of Jacob, saying,

As he swoor to the Lord; he made a vowe to God of Jacob.

3 Truly, I will not come into my house, or go to my bed,

I schal not entre in to the tabernacle of myn hous; Y schal not stie in to the bed of mi restyng.

4 I will not give sleep to my eyes, or rest to my eyeballs,

I schal not yyue sleep to myn iyen; and napping to myn iye liddis.

5 Till I have got a place for the Lord, a resting-place for the great God of Jacob.

And rest to my templis, til Y fynde a place to the Lord; a tabernacle to God of Jacob.

6 We had news of it at Ephrathah: we came to it in the fields of the wood.

Lo! we herden that arke of testament in Effrata, `that is, in Silo; we founden it in the feeldis of the wode.

7 Let us go into his tent; let us give worship at his feet.

We schulen entre in to the tabernacle of hym; we schulen worschipe in the place, where hise feet stoden.

8 Come back, O Lord, to your resting-place; you and the ark of your strength.

Lord, rise thou in to thi reste; thou and the ark of thin halewing.

9 Let your priests be clothed with righteousness; and let your saints give cries of joy.

Thi prestis be clothid with riytfulnesse; and thi seyntis make ful out ioye.

10 Because of your servant David, do not give up your king.

For Dauid, thi seruaunt; turne thou not awei the face of thi crist.

11 The Lord gave a true oath to David, which he will not take back, saying, I will give your kingdom to the fruit of your body.

The Lord swoor treuthe to Dauid, and he schal not make hym veyn; of the fruyt of thi wombe Y schal sette on thi seete.

12 If your children keep my word, and the teachings which I will give them, their children will be rulers of your kingdom for ever.

If thi sones schulen kepe my testament; and my witnessingis, these whiche Y schal teche hem. And the sones of hem til in to the world; thei schulen sette on thi seete.

13 For the Lord's heart is on Zion, desiring it for his resting-place.

For the Lord chees Sion; he chees it in to dwelling to hym silf.

14 This is my rest for ever: here will I ever be; for this is my desire.

This is my reste in to the world of world; Y schal dwelle here, for Y chees it.

15 My blessing will be on her food; and her poor will be full of bread.

I blessynge schal blesse the widewe of it; Y schal fille with looues the pore men of it.

16 Her priests will be clothed with salvation; and her saints will give cries of joy.

I schal clothe with heelthe the preestis therof; and the hooli men therof schulen make ful out ioye in ful reioisinge.

17 There I will make the horn of David fertile: I have made ready a light for my king.

Thidir Y schal bringe forth the horn of Dauid; Y made redi a lanterne to my crist.

18 His haters will be clothed with shame; but I will make his crown shining.

I schal clothe hise enemyes with schame; but myn halewing schal floure out on hym.