1(For the Chief Musician; set to the Gittith. A Psalm of the sons of Korah) How lovely are thy tabernacles, O تتراجراماتون of hosts!

2My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of تتراجراماتون; My heart and my flesh cry out unto the living Elokim.

3Yea, the sparrow hath found her a house, And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, Even thine altars, O تتراجراماتون of hosts, My King, and my Elokim.

4Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: They will be still praising thee. Selah

5Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee; In whose heart are the highways to Zion.

6Passing through the valley of Weeping they make it a place of springs; Yea, the early rain covereth it with blessings.

7They go from strength to strength; Every one of them appeareth before Elokim in Zion.

8O تتراجراماتون Elokim of hosts, hear my prayer; Give ear, O Elokim of Ya’qub (Jacob). Selah

9Behold, O Elokim our shield, And look upon the face of thine anointed.

10For a day in thy courts is better than a thousand. I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my Elokim, Than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.

11For تتراجراماتون Elokim is a sun and a shield: تتراجراماتون will give grace and glory; No good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.

12O تتراجراماتون of hosts, Blessed is the man that trusteth in thee.