Psalm 84

¹To the Overseer.—‘On the Gittith By sons of Korah.’—A Psalm. How beloved Thy tabernacles, Jehovah of Hosts!

²My soul desired, yea, it hath also been consumed, For the courts of Jehovah, My heart and my flesh cry aloud unto the living God,

³(Even a sparrow hath found a house, And a swallow a nest for herself, Where she hath placed her brood,) Thine altars, O Jehovah of Hosts, My king and my God.

⁴O the happiness of those inhabiting Thy house, Yet do they praise Thee. Selah.

⁵O the happiness of a man whose strength is in Thee, Highways are in their heart.

⁶Those passing through a valley of weeping, A fountain do make it, Blessings also cover the director.

⁷They go from strength unto strength, He appeareth unto God in Zion.

⁸O Jehovah, God of Hosts, hear my prayer, Give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah.

⁹Our shield, see, O God, And behold the face of Thine anointed,

¹⁰For good is a day in Thy courts, O Teacher! I have chosen rather to be at the threshold, In the house of my God, Than to dwell in tents of wickedness.

¹¹For a sun and a shield is Jehovah God, Grace and honour doth Jehovah give. He withholdeth not good To those walking in uprightness.

¹²Jehovah of Hosts! O the happiness of a man trusting in Thee.

Psalm 85