For the choir director; on the Gittith. A Psalm of the sons of Korah.

     1How lovely are Thy dwelling places,
            O LORD of hosts!

     2My soul longed and even yearned for the courts of the LORD;
            My heart and my flesh sing for joy to the living God.

     3The bird also has found a house,
            And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young,
            Even Thine altars, O LORD of hosts,
            My King and my God.

     4How blessed are those who dwell in Thy house!
            They are ever praising Thee. Selah.

     5How blessed is the man whose strength is in Thee;
            In whose heart are the highways to Zion!

     6Passing through the valley of Baca, they make it a spring,
            The early rain also covers it with blessings.

     7They go from strength to strength,
            Every one of them appears before God in Zion.

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

     9Behold our shield, O God,
            And look upon the face of Thine anointed.

     10For a day in Thy courts is better than a thousand outside.
            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 gives grace and glory;
            No good thing does He withhold from those who walk uprightly.

     12O LORD of hosts,
            How blessed is the man who trusts in Thee!