1 To the Chief Musician. On Gittith. A Psalm for the sons of Korah. How lovely [are] Your tabernacles, O LORD of hosts!2 My soul longs, yea, even faints for the courts of the LORD; my heart and my flesh shout for joy to the living God.3 Even the sparrow has found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself where she may lay her young, Your altars, O LORD of hosts, my king and my God.4 Blessed [are] they who dwell in Your house; they will still praise You. Selah.5 Blessed [is] the man [whose] strength [is] in You; [Your] ways [are] in their hearts.6 Passing through the valley of weeping, they will make it a fountain; the early rain also covers [it with] blessings.7 They go from strength to strength, appearing in Zion 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 on the face of Your anointed.10 For a day in Your courts [is] better than a thousand. I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God, than dwell in the tents of wickedness.11 For the LORD God [is] a sun and shield; the LORD will give grace and glory; no good [thing] will He withhold from those who walk uprightly.12 O LORD of hosts, blessed [is] the man who trusts in You.