1 David, and his afflictions all,Lord, do thou think upon;
2 How unto God he sware,and vow'd to Jacob's mighty One.
3 I will not come within my house,nor rest in bed at all;
4 Nor shall mine eyes take any sleep,nor eyelids slumber shall;
5 Till for the Lord a place I find,where he may make abode;A place of habitationfor Jacob's mighty God.
6 Lo, at the place of Ephratahof it we understood;And we did find it in the fields,and city of the wood.
7 We'll go into his tabernacles,and at his footstool bow.