Psalm 84

To the chief Musician. Upon the Gittith. Of the sons of Korah. A Psalm. 1How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Jehovah of hosts!

2My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of Jehovah; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living ElGod.

3Yea, the sparrow hath found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she layeth her young, thine altars, O Jehovah of hosts, my King and my ElohimGod.

4Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: they will be constantly praising thee. Selah.

5Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee, — they, in whose heart are the highways.

6Passing through the valley of Baca, they make it a well-spring; yea, the early rain covereth it with blessings.

7They go from strength to strength: [each one] will appear before ElohimGod in Zion.

8Jehovah, ElohimGod of hosts, hear my prayer; give ear, O ElohimGod of Jacob. Selah.

9Behold, O ElohimGod our shield, and look upon the face of thine anointed.

10For a day in thy courts is better than a thousand. I had rather stand at the threshold of the house of my ElohimGod, than dwell in the tents of wickedness.

11For Jehovah Elohim is a sun and shield: Jehovah will give grace and glory; no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.

12Jehovah of hosts, blessed is the man that confideth in thee!