1To the chief Musician upon Gittith, A Psalm for the sons of Korah. How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Lord of hosts!
2My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord: My heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.
3Yea, the sparrow hath found a house, And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, Even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
4Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: They will be still praising thee. Selah.