Psalms 84
1O LORD of hosts, how lovely are Thine abodes! my soul longeth, it panteth for the courts of the Lord.
2My heart and my flesh exulted for the living God.
3For a sparrow hath found for itself a house: and a ring-dove a nest for itself, where to place its young—[Even I, among] these altars of Thine, O Lord of hosts. O my king and my God,
4happy they who dwell in Thy house; they shall forever praise Thee.
5Happy the man, whose support is from Thee, O Lord!
6he hath laid up in his heart steps for this mournful vale, to the place on which he hath fixed; for the lawgiver will indeed give blessings.
7They shall go on from strength to strength: the God of Gods will be seen in Sion.
8O Lord, the God of hosts, hear my prayer; hearken to it, O God of Jacob.
9O God, our shield behold: look down on the face of Thine anointed one.
10Because one day in Thy courts is better than a thousand; I had rather be in an abject state in the house of God, than dwell in the tents of sinners.
11Because the Lord loveth mercy and truth; God will give grace and glory: the Lord will not withhold good things from them who walk in innocence.
12O Lord of hosts! happy is the man whose trust is in Thee.