A Psalm of David.
O Lord, who may abide in Your tent?
Who may dwell on Your holy hill?

Their line has gone out through all the earth,
And their utterances to the end of the world.
In them He has placed a tent for the sun,

For in the day of trouble He will conceal me in His tabernacle;
In the secret place of His tent He will hide me;
He will lift me up on a rock.

And now my head will be lifted up above my enemies around me,
And I will offer in His tent sacrifices with shouts of joy;
I will sing, yes, I will sing praises to the Lord.

But God will break you down forever;
He will snatch you up and tear you away from your tent,
And uproot you from the land of the living. Selah.

Let me dwell in Your tent forever;
Let me take refuge in the shelter of Your wings. Selah.

So that He abandoned the dwelling place at Shiloh,
The tent which He had pitched among men,

He also rejected the tent of Joseph,
And did not choose the tribe of Ephraim,

No evil will befall you,
Nor will any plague come near your tent.

Covering Yourself with light as with a cloak,
Stretching out heaven like a tent curtain.