Immerse: Poets - Flipbook - Page 159
A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem.
Lord, remember David
and all that he suffered.
He made a solemn promise to the Lord.
He vowed to the Mighty One of Israel,
“I will not go home;
I will not let myself rest.
I will not let my eyes sleep
nor close my eyelids in slumber
until I find a place to build a house for the Lord,
a sanctuary for the Mighty One of Israel.”
We heard that the Ark was in Ephrathah;
then we found it in the distant countryside of Jaar.
Let us go to the sanctuary of the Lord;
let us worship at the footstool of his throne.
Arise, O Lord, and enter your resting place,
along with the Ark, the symbol of your power.
May your priests be clothed in godliness;
may your loyal servants sing for joy.
For the sake of your servant David,
do not reject the king you have anointed.
The Lord swore an oath to David
with a promise he will never take back:
“I will place one of your descendants
on your throne.
If your descendants obey the terms of my covenant
and the laws that I teach them,
then your royal line
will continue forever and ever.”
For the Lord has chosen Jerusalem;
he has desired it for his home.
“This is my resting place forever,” he said.
“I will live here, for this is the home I desired.
I will bless this city and make it prosperous;
I will satisfy its poor with food.
I will clothe its priests with godliness;
its faithful servants will sing for joy.
Here I will increase the power of David;
my anointed one will be a light for my people.