Psalm 84

To the choirmaster: according to The Gittith.
A Psalm of the Sons of Korah.
1 How lovely is your dwelling place, 
O Lord of hosts! 
2 My soul longs, yes, faints 
    for the courts of the Lord; 
    my heart and flesh sing for joy 
    to the living God. 
3 Even the sparrow finds a home, 
    and the swallow a nest for herself, 
    where she may lay her young, 
    at your altars, O Lord of hosts, 
    my King and my God. 
4 Blessed are those who dwell in your house, 
    ever singing your praise! Selah 
5 Blessed are those whose strength is in you, 
    in whose heart are the highways to Zion. 
6 As they go through the Valley of Baca 
    they make it a place of springs; 
    the early rain also covers it with pools. 
7 They go from strength to strength; 
    each one appears before God in Zion. 
8 O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer; 
    give ear, O God of Jacob! Selah 
9 Behold our shield, O God; 
    look on the face of your anointed! 
10 For a day in your courts is better 
    than a thousand elsewhere. 
I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God 
    than dwell in the tents of wickedness. 
11 For the Lord God is a sun and shield; 
    the Lord bestows favor and honor. 
No good thing does he withhold 
    from those who walk uprightly. 
12 O Lord of hosts, 
    blessed is the one who trusts in you!