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