Psalm 84

For the Chief Musician; set to the Gittith. A Psalm of the sons of Korah.

1How amiable are thy tabernacles,

O Jehovah of hosts!

2My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of Jehovah;

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

3Yea, the sparrow hath found her a house,

And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young,

Even thine altars, O Jehovah of hosts,

My King, and my God.

4Blessed are they that dwell in thy house:

They will be still praising thee. Selah

5Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee;

In whose heart are the highways to Zion.

6Passing through the valley of Weeping they make it a place of springs;

Yea, the early rain covereth it with blessings.

7They go from strength to strength;

Every one of them appeareth before God in Zion.

8O Jehovah God of hosts, hear my prayer;

Give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah

9Behold, O God our shield,

And look upon the face of thine anointed.

10For a day in thy 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.

11For Jehovah God is a sun and a shield:

Jehovah will give grace and glory;

No good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.

12O Jehovah of hosts,

Blessed is the man that trusteth in thee.