A song of degrees, or Psalme of Dauid.
1
I reioyced, when they sayd to me, We wil go into the house of the Lord.
2
Our feete shall stand in thy gates, O Ierusalem.
3
Ierusalem is builded as a citie, that is compact together in it selfe:
4
Whereunto the Tribes, euen the Tribes of the Lord go vp according to the testimonie to Israel, to prayse the Name of the Lorde.
5
For there are thrones set for iudgement, euen the thrones of the house of Dauid.
6
Pray for the peace of Ierusalem: let them prosper that loue thee.
7
Peace be within thy walles, and prosperitie within thy palaces.
8
For my brethren and neighbours sakes I will wish thee now prosperitie.
9
Because of the House of the Lord our God, I will procure thy wealth.