PSALM 84

To the choirmaster: according to The Gittith. A Psalm of the Sons of Korah.

1 How lovely is thy dwelling place,

O Lord of hosts!

2 My soul longs, yea, faints

for the courts of the Lord;

my heart and flesh sing for joy

to the living God.

3 Even the sparrow finds a home,

and the swallow a nest for herself,

where she may lay her young,

at thy altars, O Lord of hosts,

my King and my God.

4 Blessed are those who dwell in thy house,

ever singing thy praise! [Selah]

5 Blessed are the men whose strength is in thee,

in whose heart are the highways to Zion.r

6 As they go through the valley of Baca

they make it a place of springs;

the early rain also covers it with pools.

7 They go from strength to strength;

the God of gods will be seen in Zion.

8 O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer;

give ear, O God of Jacob! [Selah]

9 Behold our shield, O God;

look upon the face of thine anointed!

10 For a day in thy courts is better

than a thousand elsewhere.

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

than dwell in the tents of wickedness.

11 For the Lord God is a sun and shield;

he bestows favor and honor.

No good thing does the Lord withhold

from those who walk uprightly.

12 O Lord of hosts,

blessed is the man who trusts in thee!