To the Chief Musician. On Gittith. A Psalm for the sons of Korah.

1How lovely are Your tabernacles, O LORD of hosts!

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

3Yea, even the sparrow has found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself where she may lay her young, even Your altars, O LORD of hosts, my King and my God.

4Blessed are those who dwell in Your house; they will still be praising You. Selah.

5Blessed is the man whose strength is in You; Your ways are in their hearts;

6Who passing through the valley of weeping make it a place of springs; yea, the early rain also clothes it with blessings.

7They go from strength to strength, every one of them appearing in Zion before God.

8O LORD God of hosts, hear my prayer; give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah.

9Behold, O God, our shield, and look upon the face of Your anointed,

10For a day in Your courts is better than a thousand elsewhere. I would rather stand at the threshold of the house of my God than dwell in the tents of wickedness,

11For the LORD God is a sun and shield; the LORD will give grace and glory; no good thing will He withhold from those who walk uprightly.

12O LORD of hosts, blessed is the man who trusts in You.