To the chief Musician upon Gittith, A Psalm for the sons of Korah.
1 How amiable thy tabernacles, O LORD of hosts!
2 My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the LORD: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.
3 Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, thine altars, O LORD of hosts, my King, and my God.
4 Blessed they that dwell in thy house: they will be still praising thee. Selah.
5 Blessed the man whose strength in thee; in whose heart the ways .
6 passing through the valley of Baca make it a well; the rain also filleth the pools.
7 They go from strength to strength, in Zion appeareth before God.
8 O LORD God of hosts, hear my prayer: give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah.
9 Behold, O God our shield, and look upon the face of thine anointed.
10 For a day in thy courts better than a thousand. I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
11 For the LORD God a sun and shield: the LORD will give grace and glory: no good will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.
12 O LORD of hosts, blessed the man that trusteth in thee.