To the Chief Musician. On Gittith. A Psalm for the sons of Korah. How lovely are Your tabernacles, O Jehovah of Hosts!

My soul longs, yea, even faints for the courts of Jehovah; my heart and my flesh shout for joy to the living God.

Even the sparrow has found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself where she may lay her young, Your altars, O Jehovah of Hosts, my King and my God.

Blessed are they who dwell in Your house; they will still praise You. Selah.

Blessed is the man whose strength is in You; Your ways are in their hearts.

Passing through the valley of weeping, they will make it a fountain; the early rain also covers it with blessings.

They go from strength to strength, appearing in Zion before God.

O Jehovah, the God of Hosts, hear my prayer; give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah.

Behold, O God, our shield, and look on the face of Your anointed.

For a day in Your courts is better than a thousand. I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God, than dwell in the tents of wickedness.

For Jehovah God is a sun and shield; Jehovah will give grace and glory; no good thing will He withhold from those who walk uprightly.

O Jehovah of Hosts, blessed is the man who trusts in You.