For the choir director; on the Gittith. A Psalm of the sons of Korah. ¹ How lovely are Your dwelling places,
O LORD of hosts! ² My soul longed and even yearned for the courts of the LORD;
My heart and my flesh sing for joy to the living God. ³ The bird also 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. ⁴ How blessed are those who dwell in Your house!
They are ever praising You. Selah. ⁵ How blessed is the man whose strength is in You,
In whose heart are the highways to Zion! ⁶ Passing through the valley of Baca they make it a spring;
The early rain also covers it with blessings. ⁷ They go from strength to strength,
Every one of them appears before God in Zion. ⁸ O LORD God of hosts, hear my prayer;
Give ear, O God of Jacob! Selah. ⁹ Behold our shield, O God,
And look upon the face of Your anointed. ¹⁰ For a day in Your 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. ¹¹ For 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. ¹² O LORD of hosts,
How blessed is the man who trusts in You!