For the director of music. For gittith. A psalm of the Sons of Korah.
1Lord who rules over all,
how lovely is the place where you live!
2I long to be in the courtyards of the Lord's temple.
I deeply long to be there.
My whole being cries out
for the living God.
3Lord who rules over all,
even the sparrow has found a home near your altar.
My King and my God,
the swallow also has a nest there,
where she may have her young.
4Blessed are those who live in your house.
They are always praising you.
5Blessed are those whose strength comes from you.
They have decided to travel to your temple.
6As they pass through the dry Valley of Baca,
they make it a place where water flows.
The rain in the fall covers it with pools.
7Those people get stronger as they go along,
until each of them appears in Zion, where God lives.
8Lord God who rules over all, hear my prayer.
God of the people of Jacob, listen to me.
9God, look with favor on your anointed king.
You appointed him to be like a shield that keeps us safe.
10A single day in your courtyards is better
than a thousand anywhere else.
I would rather guard the door of the house of my God
than live in the tents of sinful people.
11The Lord God is like the sun that gives us light.
He is like a shield that keeps us safe.
The Lord blesses us with favor and honor.
He doesn't hold back anything good
from those whose lives are without blame.
12Lord who rules over all,
blessed is everyone who trusts in you.