O Lord of hosts!
2 cMy soul longs, yes, even faints
For the courts of the Lord;
My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
And the swallow a nest for herself,
Where she may lay her young—
Even Your altars, O Lord of hosts,
My King and my God.
4 Blessed are those who dwell in Your dhouse;
They will still be praising You.