Psalm 84

Unto the end, for the winepresses, a psalm for the sons of Core.

How lovely are thy tabernacles, O Lord of host!
2 my soul longeth and fainteth for the courts of the Lord. My heart and my flesh have rejoiced in the living God.
3 For the sparrow hath found herself a house, and the turtle a nest for herself where she may lay her young ones: Thy altars, O Lord of hosts, my king and my God.
4 Blessed are they that dwell in thy house, O Lord: they shall praise thee for ever and ever.
5 Blessed is the man whose help is from thee: in his heart he hath disposed to ascend by steps,
6 in the vale of tears, in the place which be hath set.
7 For the lawgiver shall give a blessing, they shall go from virtue to virtue: the God of gods shall be seen in Sion.
8 Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer: give ear, O God of Jacob.
9 Behold, O God our protector: and look on the face of thy Christ.
10 For better is one day in thy courts above thousands. I have chosen to be an abject in the house of my God, rather than to dwell in the tabernacles of sinners.
11 For God loveth mercy and truth: the Lord will give grace and glory.
12 He will not deprive of good things them that walk in innocence : O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man that trusteth in thee.