Psalms 84

1 “To the chief musician upon Gittith, by the sons of Korach, a psalm.” How lovely are thy dwelling-places, O Lord of hosts!

2 My soul desired, yea, it also longed for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh shout with joy unto the living God.

3 Even as the sparrow hath found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young: —[have I found] thy altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.

4 Happy are they who dwell in thy house: they will be continually praising thee. (Selah)

5 Happy is the man whose strong confidence is in thee, [all] whose heart reflecteth on the paths [of righteousness].

6 Passing through the valley of weeping, they will change it into a spring: also the early rain covereth it with blessings.

7 They go from strength to strength, each of them appeareth before God in Zion.

8 O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer: give ear, O God of Jacob. (Selah)

9 [Thou, ] our shield, behold, O God, and look upon the face of thy anointed.

10 For better is a day in thy courts than a thousand [elsewhere]: I would rather choose to wait at the threshold of the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.

11 For a sun and shield is the Lord God; grace and glory will the Lord give; he will not withhold any good from those that walk with integrity.

12 O Lord of hosts, happy is the man that trusteth in thee.