< Psalms 84 >

1 For the end, a Psalm for the sons of Core, concerning the wine presses. How amiable are your tabernacles, O Lord of hosts! 2 My soul longs, and faints for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh have exulted in the living god. 3 Yes, the sparrow has found himself a home, and the turtle-dove a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, [even] your altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God. 4 Blessed are they that dwell in your house: they will praise you evermore. (Pause) 5 Blessed is the man whose help is of you, O Lord; in his heart he has purposed to go up 6 the valley of weeping, to the place which he has appointed, for [there] the law-giver will grant blessings. 7 They shall go from strength to strength: the God of gods shall be seen in Sion. 8 O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer: listen, O God of Jacob. (Pause) 9 Behold, O God our defender, and look upon the face of your anointed. 10 For one day in your courts is better than thousands. I would rather be an abject in the house of God, than dwell in the tents of sinners. 11 For the Lord loves mercy and truth: God will give grace and glory: the Lord will not withhold good things from them that walk in innocence. 12 O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man that trusts in you.

< Psalms 84 >