2My soul longs, and faints for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh have exulted in the living god.
3Yes, the sparrow has found himself a home, and the turtle-dove a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even your altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
4Blessed are they that dwell in your house: they will praise you evermore. Pause.
5Blessed is the man whose help is of you, O Lord; in his heart he has purposed to go up
6the valley of weeping, to the place which he has appointed, for there the law-giver will grant blessings.