1 To the chief musician. On Gittith. A Psalm for the sons of Korah. How lovely are Your dwellings, O Jehovah of Hosts!
2 My soul longs and even faints for the courts of Jehovah; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
3 Even the sparrow has found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even on Your altars, O Jehovah of Hosts, my King and my God.
4 Blessed are they who dwell in Your house; they will always be praising You.
5 Blessed is the man whose strength is in You; Your ways are in their hearts.
6 Passing through the valley of weeping, they will make it a fountain; even the early rain covers with blessings.
7 They go from strength to strength, being seen in Zion before God.
8 O Jehovah God of Hosts, hear my prayer; listen, O God of Jacob. Selah.
9 Behold, O God, our shield; and look upon the face of Your anointed.
10 For a day in Your courts is better than a thousand; I have chosen to stand at the threshold in the house of my God rather than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
11 For Jehovah God is a sun and shield; Jehovah will give grace and glory; He will withhold nothing good from those who walk in integrity.
12 O Jehovah of Hosts, blessed is the man who trusts in You!