Psalms 84:1-10

¹To victory, on the pressers or wine presses. The psalm of the sons of Korah. Lord of virtues, thy taber-nacles be greatly loved;

²my soul coveteth, and faileth into the porches of the Lord. Mine heart, and my flesh; full out joyed into quick God or God alive.

³For why a sparrow findeth an house to itself; and a turtle findeth a nest to itself, where it shall keep his birds. Lord of virtues, thine altars; my king, and my God.

⁴Lord, blessed be they that dwell in thine house; they shall praise thee into the worlds of worlds.

⁵Blessed is the man, whose help is of thee; he hath ordained thy goings in his heart,

⁶in the valley of tears, in the place which he hath set. For the giver of the law shall give blessing,

⁷they shall go from virtue into virtue to strength; God of gods shall be seen in Zion.

⁸Lord God of virtues, hear thou my prayer; God of Jacob, perceive thou with ears.

⁹God, our defender, behold thou; and behold into the face of thy christ or thine anointed.

¹⁰For why one day in thine halls is better; than a thousand elsewhere. I choose to be abject, either an outcast, in the house of my God; more than to dwell in the tabernacles of sinners.