Psalms 84:1-10

¹“To the chief musician upon Gittith, by the sons of Korach, a psalm.” (84:2) How lovely are thy dwelling-places, O Lord of hosts!

²(84:3) My soul desired, yea, it also longed for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh shout with joy unto the living God.

³(84:4) Even as the sparrow hath found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young:—have I found thy altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.

⁴(84:5) Happy are they who dwell in thy house: they will be continually praising thee. Selah.

⁵(84:6) Happy is the man whose strong confidence is in thee, all whose heart reflecteth on the paths of righteousness.

⁶(84:7) Passing through the valley of weeping, they will change it into a spring: also the early rain covereth it with blessings.

⁷(84:8) They go from strength to strength, each of them appeareth before God in Zion.

⁸(84:9) O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer: give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah.

⁹(84:10) Thou, our shield, behold, O God, and look upon the face of thy anointed.

¹⁰(84:11) For better is a day in thy courts than a thousand elsewhere: I would rather choose to wait at the threshold of the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.