Psalms 83:1-9

¹Unto the end, for the winepresses, a psalm for the sons of Core.

²How lovely are thy tabernacles, O Lord of host!

³My soul longeth and fainteth for the courts of the Lord. My heart and my flesh have rejoiced in the living God.

⁴For the sparrow hath found herself a house, and the turtle a nest for herself where she may lay her young ones: Thy altars, O Lord of hosts, my king and my God.

⁵Blessed are they that dwell in thy house, O Lord: they shall praise thee for ever and ever.

⁶Blessed is the man whose help is from thee: in his heart he hath disposed to ascend by steps,

⁷In the vale of tears, in the place which be hath set.

⁸For the lawgiver shall give a blessing, they shall go from virtue to virtue: the God of gods shall be seen in Sion.

⁹O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer: give ear, O God of Jacob.