1 To victory, on the pressers. The psalm of the sons of Korah. Lord of virtues, thy tabernacles be greatly loved; (For the choirmaster, on the gittith, a song by the Korahites. Lord of hosts, how greatly loved be thy tabernacles or how beautiful is thy dwelling place;)
2 my soul coveteth, and faileth into the porches of the Lord. Mine heart, and my flesh; full out joyed into quick God. (my soul desireth, and longeth for, the courtyards of the Lord’s Temple. My heart, and my flesh, rejoiced in the living God.)