Only Version ❧ CM/CMD · 8·6·8·6 (D)
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 altars 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 Zion 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, than elsewhere thousands be: I rather had a doorkeeper be i’th house of my God: than 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.