Psalms 84
For the end, A Psalm for the sons of Korah, concerning the winepresses.
1 How lovely is Your tabernacle, O Lord of hosts! 2My soul longs and faints for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh have exalted in the living God. 3Yea, the sparrow has found himself a home, and the turtledove a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even Your altars, O Lord of hosts my King, and my God. 4Blessed are they that dwell in Your house; they will praise You forevermore. Pause. 5Blessed is the man whose help is from You, O Lord; in his heart he has purposed to go up 6the Valley of Weeping, to the place which He has appointed, for there the Lawgiver shall grant blessings. 7They shall go from strength to strength; the God of gods shall be seen in Zion. 8O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer; hearken, O God of Jacob. Pause. 9Behold, O God our defender, and look upon the face of Your anointed. 10For one day in Your courts is better than thousands. I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of God, than dwell in the tents of sinners. 11For the Lord loves mercy and truth; God will give grace and glory; the Lord will not withhold good things from them that walk in innocence. 12O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man that trusts in You!
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