Psalmorum 84
1 In finem, pro torcularibus filiis Core. Psalmus. [Quam dilecta tabernacula tua, Domine virtutum!
For the leader. On the gittith. Of the Korahites, a psalm. How dearly loved is the place where you live, Lord of hosts!
2 Concupiscit, et deficit anima mea in atria Domini; cor meum et caro mea exsultaverunt in Deum vivum.
How I long and yearn for the courts of the Lord. Now heart and flesh cry for joy to the living God.
3 Etenim passer invenit sibi domum, et turtur nidum sibi, ubi ponat pullos suos: altaria tua, Domine virtutum, rex meus, et Deus meus.
Even the sparrow has found her a home and the swallow a nest, to lay her young, near your altar, Lord of hosts, my king and my God.
4 Beati qui habitant in domo tua, Domine; in sæcula sæculorum laudabunt te.
Happy those who live in your house, praising you evermore. (Selah)
5 Beatus vir cujus est auxilium abs te: ascensiones in corde suo disposuit,
Happy those whose strength is in you, people with pilgrim hearts.
6 in valle lacrimarum, in loco quem posuit.
As they pass through the valley of tears, they make it a place of fountains, clothed with the blessings of early rain.
7 Etenim benedictionem dabit legislator; ibunt de virtute in virtutem: videbitur Deus deorum in Sion.
From rampart to rampart on they march, till at last God reveals himself in Zion.
8 Domine Deus virtutum, exaudi orationem meam; auribus percipe, Deus Jacob.
Lord, God of hosts, hear my prayer, attend, O God of Jacob. (Selah)
9 Protector noster, aspice, Deus, et respice in faciem christi tui.
Behold, O God, our defender, and look upon your anointed,
10 Quia melior est dies una in atriis tuis super millia; elegi abjectus esse in domo Dei mei magis quam habitare in tabernaculis peccatorum.
for better a single day in your courts than a thousand in my own chambers: better stand at the door of the house of my God than live in the tents of ungodliness,
11 Quia misericordiam et veritatem diligit Deus: gratiam et gloriam dabit Dominus.
for the Lord is sun and shield, the Lord gives grace and glory. He withholds no good thing from the life that is blameless.
12 Non privabit bonis eos qui ambulant in innocentia: Domine virtutum, beatus homo qui sperat in te.]
Lord of hosts, happy those whose trust is in you.
