Psalms 84

1To the chief Musician. Upon the Gittith. Of the sons of Korah. A Psalm. How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Jehovah of hosts! 2My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of Jehovah; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living *God. 3Yea, the sparrow hath found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she layeth her young, thine altars, O Jehovah of hosts, my King and my God. 4Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: they will be constantly praising thee. Selah. 5Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee, --they, in whose heart are the highways. 6Passing through the valley of Baca, they make it a well-spring; yea, the early rain covereth it with blessings. 7They go from strength to strength: each one will appear before God in Zion.

8Jehovah, God of hosts, hear my prayer; give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah. 9Behold, O God our shield, and look upon the face of thine anointed. 10For a day in thy courts is better than a thousand. I had rather stand at the threshold of the house of my God, than dwell in the tents of wickedness. 11For Jehovah Elohim is a sun and shield: Jehovah will give grace and glory; no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly. 12Jehovah of hosts, blessed is the man that confideth in thee!

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