Ps 84
1
For the end, a Psalm for the sons of Core, concerning the wine-presses. - How amiable
are your tabernacles, O Lord of hosts!
2
My soul longs, and faints for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh have exulted
in the living God.
3
Yea, the sparrow has found himself a home, and the turtle-dove a nest for herself,
where she may lay her young, even your altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
4
Blessed are they that dwell in your house: they will praise you evermore. Pause.
5
Blessed is the man whose help is of you, O Lord; in his heart he has purposed to go
up
6
the valley of weeping, to the place which he has appointed, for there the law-giver
will grant blessings.
7
They shall go from strength to strength: the God of gods shall be seen in Sion.
8
O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer: hearken, O God of Jacob. Pause.
9
Behold, O God our defender, and look upon the face of your anointed.
10
For one day in your courts is better than thousands. I would rather be an abject in
the house of God, than dwell in the tents of sinners.
11
For 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.
12
O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man that trusts in you.