1 The songe of the steares. I was glad, when they sayed vnto me: we wyll go into the house of the Lorde. 2 Oure fete shall stande in thy gates O Ierusalem. 3 Ierusalem is buylded as a cytye, that is at vnyte in it selfe. 4 For ther the tribes go vp, euen the tribes of the Lorde: to testyfye vnto Israel, to geue thanckes vnto the name of the Lorde. 5 For there is the seate of iudgmente, euen the seate of the house of Dauyd. 6 O praye for the peace of Ierusalem, they shall prospere that loue the. 7 Peace be wyth thy walles, and plenteousnes within thy palaces. 8 For my brethren and companions sakes, I wyll wysh the prosperite. 9 Yea because of the house of the Lord oure God, I wyll seke to do the good. |