3My soul longs, and faints for the courts of the Lord: My heart and my flesh have exulted in the living God.
4Yea, the sparrow has found himself a home, And the turtledove a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, Even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, My King, and my God.
5Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: They will praise thee evermore. Pause.
6Blessed is the man whose help is of thee, O Lord; In his heart he has purposed to go up