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[1]{To the chief Musician. Upon the Gittith. Of the sons of Korah. A Psalm.} How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Jehovah of hosts!
[2]My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of Jehovah; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living ùGod.
[3]Yea, the sparrow hath found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she layeth her young, thine altars, O Jehovah of hosts, my King and my God.
[4]Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: they will be constantly praising thee. Selah.
[5]Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee, -- they, in whose heart are the highways.
[6]Passing through the valley of Baca, they make it a well-spring; yea, the early rain covereth it with blessings.
[7]They go from strength to strength: [each one] will appear before God in Zion.
[8]Jehovah, God of hosts, hear my prayer; give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah.
[9]Behold, O God our shield, and look upon the face of thine anointed.
[10]For a day in thy courts is better than a thousand. I had rather stand at the threshold of the house of my God, than dwell in the tents of wickedness.
[11]For Jehovah Elohim is a sun and shield: Jehovah will give grace and glory; no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.
[12]Jehovah of hosts, blessed is the man that confideth in thee!
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