For the Chief Musician; set to the Gittith. A Psalm of the sons of Korah.
1How amiable are thy tabernacles,
O LORD of hosts!
2My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the LORD;
My heart and my flesh cry out unto the living God.
3Yea, the sparrow hath found her an house,
And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young,
Even thine altars, O LORD of hosts,
My King, and my God.
4Blessed are they that dwell in thy house:
They will be still praising thee. Selah
5Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee;
In whose heart are the highways to Zion.
6Passing through the valley of Weeping they make it a place of springs;
Yea, the early rain covereth it with blessings.
7They go from strength to strength,
Every one of them appeareth before God in Zion.
8O LORD 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 be a doorkeeper in the house of my God,
Than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
11For the LORD God is a sun and a shield:
The LORD will give grace and glory:
No good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.
12O LORD of hosts,
Blessed is the man that trusteth in thee.