By the Descendants of Korah
How lovely are your tabernacles,
O Jehovah, Master of armies.
My soul craves, even faints with pining
For the courts of Master Jehovah.
My body and my soul cries out
With yearning to the living God.
Even the sparrow has found a home
And the swallow a nest for herself
In which she may nurture her young
Near your altars; O Jehovah,
Master of armies, my king, my god,
Blessed are they who dwell in your house,
For they may praise you constantly.
Happy are those whose strength is from you,
Whose hearts are set on a pilgrimage.
They pass through the valley of weeping,
And it becomes a place of fountains,
Covered by pools from the autumn rain.
They grow in strength till each of them
Appears before God in Zion.
Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, God of armies.
And lend me your ear, O God of Jacob.
Behold, O God, our defender,
Show favor to your anointed king.
Better to be one day in your courts
Than to spent a thousand days elsewhere.
I’d rather linger at the threshold,
Abject in the house of my god
Than dwell in mansions of the wicked.
For the God Jehovah is our sun and shield.
It is Jehovah who grants grace and glory,
Favor and honor; indeed no good thing
Does he withhold from those who live righteously.
O Jehovah, commander of armies,
Blessed is he who puts his faith in you.
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