Psalms 84

To the Chief Musician. On "the Gittith." For the Sons of Korah. A Melody.

How lovely are thy habitations, O Yahweh of hosts! My soul, longeth—yea even languisheth—for the courts of Yahweh,—My heart and my flesh, shout aloud for a Living GOD. Even the sparrow, hath found a home, And, the swallow, a nest for herself, where she hath laid her young, Thine altars, O Yahweh of hosts, My king and my God! How happy are they who abide in thy house,—Still are they praising thee. [Selah.] How happy the men whose strength is in thee, Festive processions are in their heart. Passing through the balsam-vale, A place of fountains, they make it, Yea, with blessings, is it covered by the early rain. They go from strength to strength, Each one appeareth before God in Zion.

O Yahweh, God of hosts, hear thou my prayer,—Give hear, thou God of Jacob. [Selah.] Our Shield, behold thou, O God, And look upon the face of thine Anointed One. 10 For better is a day in thy courts, than a thousand, I choose rather to stand at the threshold in the house of my God, Than to dwell in the tents of lawlessness. 11 For, a sun and shield, is Yahweh God,—Grace and glory, will Yahweh give, He will not withhold what is good, from them who walk without blame. 12 O Yahweh of hosts! How happy the man who trusteth in thee!

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