1 To the choirmaster: according to The Gittith. A Psalm of the Sons of Korah.

2 How lovely is thy dwelling place, O LORD of hosts!

3 My soul longs, yea, faints for the courts of the LORD; my heart and flesh sing for joy to the living God.

4 Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at thy altars, O LORD of hosts, my King and my God.