Psalm 84

Psalm 84

To the Chief Musician. On An Instrument of Gath. A Psalm of the Sons of Korah.

¹How ^blovely ²is Your tabernacle,

O Lord of hosts!

^2cMy soul longs, yes, even faints

For the courts of the Lord;

My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.

³Even the sparrow has found a home,

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.

⁴Blessed are those who dwell in Your ^dhouse;

They will still be praising You.

Selah

⁵Blessed is the man whose strength is in You,

Whose heart is set on pilgrimage.

⁶As they pass through the Valley ^eof ³Baca,

They make it a spring;

The rain also covers it with ⁴pools.

⁷They go ^ffrom strength to strength;

⁵Each one ^gappears before God in Zion.

⁸O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer;

Give ear, O God of Jacob!

Selah

^9hO God, behold our shield,

And look upon the face of Your ⁶anointed.

¹⁰For a day in Your courts is better than a thousand.

I would rather ⁷be a doorkeeper in the house of my God

Than dwell in the tents of wickedness.

¹¹For the Lord God is ⁱa sun and ^jshield;

The Lord will give grace and glory;

^kNo good thing will He withhold

From those who walk uprightly.

¹²O Lord of hosts,

^lBlessed is the man who trusts in You!