How
lovely are your dwellings, Yahweh!
My
soul longs, and even faints for the courts of Yahweh.
My
heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
Yes,
the sparrow has found a home,
and
the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young,
near
your altars, Yahweh of Armies, my King, and my God.
Blessed
are those who dwell in your house.
They
are always praising you.
Blessed
are those whose strength is in you,
who
have set their hearts on a pilgrimage.
Passing
through the valley of Weeping, they make it a place of springs.
Yes,
the autumn rain covers it with blessings.
They
go from strength to strength.
Every
one of them appears before God in Zion.
Yahweh,
hear my prayer.
Listen,
God of Jacob.
Behold,
God our shield,
look
at the face of your anointed.
For
a day in your courts is better than a thousand I have chosen for myself
I
would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God,
than
to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
For
Yahweh God is a sun and a shield.
Yahweh
will give grace and glory.
He
withholds no good thing from those who walk blamelessly.
Yahweh,
blessed is the man who trusts in you.
Psalm 84
