My Soul Longs for the Courts of the Lord

^{TO THE CHOIRMASTER: ACCORDING TO THE GITTITH. A PSALM OF THE SONS OF KORAH.}

¹ How lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord of hosts!

² My soul longs, yes, faints for the courts of the Lord; my heart and flesh sing for joy to the living God.

³ Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at your altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God.

⁴ Blessed are those who dwell in your house, ever singing your praise! Selah

⁵ Blessed are those whose strength is in you, in whose heart are the highways to Zion.

⁶ As they go through the Valley of Baca they make it a place of springs; the early rain also covers it with pools.

⁷ They go from strength to strength; each one appears before God in Zion.

⁸ O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer; give ear, O God of Jacob! Selah

⁹ Behold our g shield, O God; look on the face of your anointed!

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

¹¹ For the Lord God is a sun and shield; the Lord bestows favour and honour. No good thing does he withhold from those who l walk uprightly.

¹² O Lord of hosts, blessed is the one who trusts in you!