To the chief Musician upon Gittith. A Psalm for the Sons of Korah

Verse 1

How amiable, Lord of hosts, Thy tabernacles be!

Verse 2

My soul longs for Jehovah's courts, Yea, it ev'n faints in me. Unto the strong and living God, My heart and flesh doth shout.

Verse 3

Yea, sparrow finds an house, her nest The swallow too finds out.

Verse 4

Wherein she may her young ones lay, thine altars near unto. O thou that art of armies Lord, My king, my God also.

Verse 5

O blest are they within thy house Who dwell, still they'll thee praise?

Verse 6

Blest is the man whose strength's in thee, In whose heart are the ways.

Verse 7

The passengers in Baca's vale, A fountain do it make; Also the pools that are therein, Their fill of rain do take.

Verse 8

From strength to strength they go to God, In Sion all appear.

Verse 9

Lord God of hosts, O hear my prayer, O Jacob's God give ear.

Verse 10

Behold, O God our shield, the face Of thine anointed see:

Verse 11

For better's in thy courts a day, Than elsewhere thousands be: I'd rather a door keeper be In the house of my God, Than in the tents of wickedness To settle mine abode.

Verse 12

Because the Lord God is a sun, He is a shield also: Jehovah on his people grace And glory will bestow. No good thing will he hold from them That do walk uprightly.

Verse 13

O Lord of hosts the man is blest That puts his trust in thee.