1 To the chief musician upon Gittith, by the sons of Korach, a psalm. How lovely are thy dwellingplaces, O Lord of hosts!
2 My soul desired, yea, it also longed for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh shout with joy unto the living God.
3 Even as the sparrow hath found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young:have I found thy altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
4 Happy are they who dwell in thy house: they will be continually praising thee. Selah.
5 Happy is the man whose strong confidence is in thee, all whose heart reflecteth on the paths of righteousness.
6 Passing through the valley of weeping, they will change it into a spring: also the early rain covereth it with blessings.
7 They go from strength to strength, each of them appeareth before God in Zion.
8 O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer: give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah.
9 Thou, our shield, behold, O God, and look upon the face of thy anointed.
10 For better is a day in thy courts than a thousand elsewhere: I would rather choose to wait at the threshold of the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
11 For a sun and shield is the Lord God; grace and glory will the Lord give; he will not withhold any good from those that walk with integrity.
12 O Lord of hosts, happy is the man that trusteth in thee.