Psalm 84

To the chief Musician upon Gittith, A Psalm for the sons of Korah.

1How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Lord of hosts!

2My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord:

My heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.

3Yea, the sparrow hath found a house,

And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young,

Even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.

4Blessed are they that dwell in thy house:

They will be still praising thee. Selah.

5Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee;

In whose heart are the ways of them.

6Who passing through the valley of Baca make it a well;

The rain also filleth the pools.

7They go from strength to strength,

Every one of them in Zion appeareth before God.

8O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer:

Give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah.

9Behold, O God our shield,

And look upon the face of thine anointed.

10For a day in thy courts is better than a thousand.

I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God,

Than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.

11For the Lord God is a sun and shield:

The Lord will give grace and glory:

No good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.

12O Lord of hosts,

Blessed is the man that trusteth in thee.