Psalms 84

1 [For the Chief Musician. On an instrument of Gath. A Psalm by the sons of Korah.] How lovely are your dwellings, YHWH of hosts.

2 My soul longs, yes, yearns for the courts of YHWH. My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.

3 Yes, the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young, near your altars, YHWH of hosts, my King, and my God.

4 Blessed are those who dwell in your house. They are ever praising you. (Selah)

5 Blessed are those whose strength is in you, who have set their hearts on a pilgrimage.

6 Passing through the Valley of Baca, he makes it into a spring. Yes, the autumn rain covers it with blessings.

7 They go from strength to strength. Everyone of them appears before God in Zion.

8 YHWH, the God of hosts, hear my prayer. Listen, God of Jacob. (Selah)

9 Look, God our shield, look at the face of your anointed.

10 For a day in your courts is better than a thousand. I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.

11 For YHWH God is a sun and a shield. YHWH will give grace and glory. He withholds no good thing from those who walk blamelessly.

12 YHWH of hosts, blessed is the man who trusts in you.