Psalms 84:1-10

¹To the chief Musician. Upon the Gittith. Of the sons of Korah. A Psalm. How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Jehovah of hosts!

²My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of Jehovah; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.

³Yea, the sparrow hath found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she layeth her young, thine altars, O Jehovah of hosts, my King and my God.

⁴Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: they will be constantly praising thee. Selah.

⁵Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee, — they, in whose heart are the highways.

⁶Passing through the valley of Baca, they make it a well-spring; yea, the early rain covereth it with blessings.

⁷They go from strength to strength: each one will appear before God in Zion.

⁸Jehovah, God of hosts, hear my prayer; give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah.

⁹Behold, O God our shield, and look upon the face of thine anointed.

¹⁰For a day in thy courts is better than a thousand. I had rather stand at the threshold of the house of my God, than dwell in the tents of wickedness.