To the chief musician upon Gittith, a psalm for the sons of Korah.
1 HOw amiable Lord of hosts
thy tabernacles be?
2 My soul longs for Jehovah’s courts,
yea it ev’n faints in me.
Mine heart, my flesh also cries out
after the living God:
3 Yea ev’n the sparrow hath found out
an house for her abode.
Also the swallow finds her nest
thine Alters near unto
where she her young lays: Lord of hosts,
my King, my God also.
4 Blest they that dwell within thy house:
still they will give thee praise. Selah.
5 Blest is the man whose strength’s in thee,
in whose heart are their ways.
6 Who as they pass through Baca’s Vale
do make it a fountain:
also the pools that are therein
are filled full of rain:
7 From strength to strength they go: to God
in Sion all appear.
8 Lord God of hosts, o hear my pray’r,
o Jacob’s God, give ear. Selah.
9 Behold o God our shield: the face
of thine anointed see.
10 For better’s in thy courts a day,
then elsewhere thousands be:
I rather had a door-keeper
be it’h house of my God:
then in the tents of wickedness
to settle mine abode.
11 Because the Lord God is a Sun,
he is a shield also:
Jehovah on his people grace
and glory will bestow:
No good thing will he hold from them
that do walk uprightly.
12 O Lord of hosts, the man is blest
that puts his trust in thee.