Psalms 84

1For the choirmaster. According to Gittith. A Psalm of the sons of Korah. How lovely is Your dwelling place, O Yahweh of Hosts!

2My soul longs, even faints, for the courts of Yahweh; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.

3Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she places her young near Your altars, O Yahweh of Hosts, my King and my God.

4How blessed are those who dwell in Your house! They are ever praising You. Selah

5Blessed are those whose strength is in You, whose hearts are set on pilgrimage.

6As they pass through the Valley of Baca, they make it a place of springs; even the autumn rain covers it with pools.

7They go from strength to strength, until each appears before God in Zion.

8O Yahweh God of Hosts, hear my prayer; give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah

9Take notice of our shield, O God, and look with favor on the face of Your anointed.

10For better is one day in Your courts than a thousand elsewhere. I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than dwell in the tents of the wicked.

11For Yahweh God is a sun and a shield; Yahweh gives grace and glory; He withholds no good thing from those who walk with integrity.

12O Yahweh of Hosts, how blessed is the man who trusts in You!