Lo, we heard of it at Ephratah,
We found it in the fields of Jaar:
Let us go into his tabernacle,
Let us worship at his footstool!—Ps. cxxxii.
It seemed as if the multitude could not leave the last strophe, which they repeated over and over again. They then went on to the second part of the psalm, which was probably sung at the dedication of the temple, and repeated in the same way the elevating words with which it concludes,
Jehovah hath chosen Zion,
He hath desired it for his habitation.
The instruments now struck in with a louder tone, and the multitude lifted up its voice, as the words of Jehovah were repeated.
This is my rest for ever;
Here will I dwell: for I have chosen it.