For the Leader; upon the Gittith. A Psalm of the sons of Korah.
How lovely are Thy tabernacles, O the Lord of hosts!
My soul yearneth, yea, even pineth for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh sing for joy unto the living God.
Yea, the sparrow hath found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young; Thine altars, O the Lord of hosts, my King, and my God--.
Happy are they that dwell in Thy house, they are ever praising Thee. Selah
Happy is the man whose strength is in Thee; in whose heart are the highways.
Passing through the valley of Baca they make it a place of springs; yea, the early rain clotheth it with blessings.
They go from strength to strength, every one of them appeareth before God in Zion.
O the Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer; give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah
Behold, O God our shield, and look upon the face of Thine anointed.
For a day in Thy courts is better than a thousand; I had rather stand at the threshold of the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
For the Lord God is a sun and a shield; the Lord giveth grace and glory; no good thing will He withhold from them that walk uprightly.
O the Lord of hosts, happy is the man that trusteth in Thee.
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