Memento Domine. Psal. 132.
LOrde remember Dauid: and all his trouble.
How he sware vnto the Lord: and bowed a bowe vnto the Al∣mightie God of Iacob.
I will not come within the ta∣bernacle of mine house: nor clime vp into my bed.
I will not suffer mine eyes to sleepe, nor mine eye liddes to slumber: neither the temples of my head to take any rest.
Untill I finde out a place for the temple of the Lord: an habitation for the mightie God of Iacob.
Loe we heard of the same at Ephrata: and found it in the wood.
We will goe into his tabenacle: and follow on our knees before his foote stoole.
Arise, O Lord, into thy resting place: thou and the arke of thy strength.
Let thy Priests be clothed with righteousnesse: and let thy Saints sing with ioy fulnesse.
For thy seruant Dauids sake: turne not away the presence of thine anoynted.
The Lord hath made a faithfull othe vnto Dauid: and he shall not shrinke from it.
Of the fruite of thy body: shall I set vpon thy seate.
If thy children will keepe my couenant, and my testimo∣nies that I shal learne them: their children also shall sit vpon thy seate for euermore.
For the Lorde hath chosen Sion to bee an habitation for himselfe: he hath longed for her.