Psalms 83

1 For the end, a Psalm for the sons of Korah, concerning the winepresses.

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

3 My soul longs, and faints for the courts of the Lord:

My heart and my flesh have exulted in the living God.

4 Yea, the sparrow has found himself a home,

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

Even thine altars, O Lord of hosts,

My King, and my God.

5 Blessed are they that dwell in thy house:

They will praise thee evermore. Pause.

6 Blessed is the man whose help is of thee, O Lord;

In his heart he has purposed to go up

7 The Valley of Weeping, to the place which he has appointed,

For there the lawgiver will grant blessings.

8 They shall go from strength to strength:

The God of gods shall be seen in Zion.

9 O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer:

Hearken, O God of Jacob. Pause.

10 Behold, O God our defender,

And look upon the face of thine anointed.

11 For one day in thy courts is better than thousands.

I would rather be an abject in the house of God,

Than dwell in the tents of sinners.

12 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.

13 O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man that trusts in thee.