 1 To the Chief Musician. On Gittith. A Psalm for the sons of Korah. How lovely are your tabernacles, O Lord of hosts. 2 My soul longs, Yes, even faints for the courts of the Lord. My heart and my flesh shout for joy to the living God. 3 Even the sparrow has found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself where she may lay her young, your altars, O Lord of hosts, my king and my God. 4 Blessed are those who live in your house. They will still praise you. Selah. 5 Blessed are those whose strength is in you. Your ways are in their hearts. 6 Passing through the valley of weeping, they will make it a fountain. The early rain also covers it with blessings. 7 They go from strength to strength, appearing in Zion before God. 8 O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer. Give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah. 9 Behold, O God, our shield, and look on the face of your anointed. 10 For a day in your courts is better than a thousand. I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God, than live in the tents of wickedness. 11 For the Lord God is a sun and shield. The Lord will give grace and glory. No good thing will He withhold from those who walk uprightly. 12 O Lord of hosts, blessed are those who trust in you.
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