Psalm 84
To the choirmaster: according to The Gittith. A Psalm of the Sons of Korah.
How lovely are your dwellings, O Lord God of hosts!
My soul has a desire and longing to enter into the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh rejoice in the living God.
Indeed, the sparrow has found her a house, and the swallow a nest where she may lay her young, even your altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God.
Blessed are they who dwell in your house; they will be always praising you.
Blessed is the one whose strength is in you, in whose heart are your ways,
Who going through the valley of misery uses it for a well; indeed, the early rains fill the pools with water.
They will go from strength to strength, and the God of gods shall be seen by them in Zion.
O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer; hearken, O God of Jacob.
Behold, O God, our defender, and look upon the face of your Anointed.
For one day in your courts is better than a thousand;
I would rather be a door-keeper in the house of my God than dwell in the tents of ungodliness.
For the Lord God is a light and defense; the Lord will give grace and honor, and no good thing shall he withhold from those who live a godly life.
O Lord God of hosts, blessed is the one who puts his trust in you.
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