Psalm 84

To the chief Musician *upon Gittith, A Psalm ||for the sons of Korah. 1 *How aamiable are bthy tabernacles, O Lord of hosts! 2 cMy soul longeth, yea, even dfainteth for ethe courts of the Lord: My heart and my flesh crieth out for fthe living God. 3 Yea, the gsparrow hath found an house, And the gswallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, Even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, hmy King, and my God. 4 iBlessed are they that dwell in thy house: They kwill be still praising thee. Selah. 5 Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee; In whose heart are lthe ways of them. 6 Who passing through the valley ||of Baca make it a well; The mrain also †nfilleth the pools. 7 They go ||ofrom strength to strength, Every one of them in Zion pappeareth before God. 8 qO Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer: Give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah. 9 rBehold, O God our sshield, And look upon the face of tthine anointed. 10 For a day in ethy courts is better than a thousand. †I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God, Than to dwell in the tents of wickedness. 11 For the Lord God is ua sun and sshield: The Lord will give grace and glory: xNo good thing will he withhold from them that ywalk uprightly. 12 O Lord of hosts, zBlessed is the man that trusteth in thee.