Psalm 84:1-12
To the Chief Musician. On “the Gittith.” For the Sons of Korah. A Melody.
84 How lovely are thy habitations, O Yahweh of hosts!
2 My soul longeth—yea even languisheth—for the courts of Yahweh,—My heart and my flesh shout aloud for a Living God.
3 Even the sparrow hath found a home And the swallow a nest for herself where she hath laid her young, Thine altars, O Yahweh of hosts, My king and my God!
4 How happy are they who abide in thy house,—Still are they praising thee. [Selah.
5 How happy the men whose strength is in thee, Festive processions are in their heart.
6 Passing through the balsam-vale A place of fountains they make it, Yea with blessings is it covered by the early rain.
7 They go from strength to strength, Each one appeareth before God in Zion.
8 O Yahweh, God of hosts, hear thou my prayer,—Give hear, thou God of Jacob. [Selah.
9 Our Shield behold thou, O God, And look upon the face of thine Anointed One.
10 For better is a day in thy courts than a thousand, I choose rather to stand at the threshold in the house of my God, Than to dwell in the tents of lawlessness.
11 For a sun and shield is Yahweh God,—Grace and glory will Yahweh give, He will not withhold what is good from them who walk without blame.
12 O Yahweh of hosts! How happy the man who trusteth in thee!