To the chief Musician. Gittith. A Psalm for the sons of Korah
1 How lovely is Your dwelling place, O Jehovah of Hosts!
2 My soul longs, yea, is spent for the courts of Jehovah; my heart and my flesh cry out
for the living Mighty God.
3 Even the sparrow has found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she
may lay her young; even Your altars, O Jehovah of Hosts, my King and my God.
4 Blessed are those who dwell in Your house; they will still praise You. Selah
5 Blessed is the man whose strength is in You, whose heart is upon Your highways.
6 As they pass through the Valley of Baca, they make it a spring; the early rain also
covers it with blessings.
7 They go from strength to strength, appearing before God in Zion.
8 O Jehovah the God of Hosts, hear my prayer; give ear, O God of Jacob! Selah
9 Behold, O God our shield, and look upon the face of Your anointed.
10 For a day in Your courts is better than a thousand. I would rather be a doorkeeper in
the house of my God than dwell in the tents of wickedness.
11 For Jehovah God is a sun and shield; Jehovah will give grace and glory; no good
thing will He withhold from those who walk in integrity.
12 O Jehovah of Hosts, blessed is the man who trusts in You!