Psalms 84
Open in the reader1Unto the End. Set to "The Winepresses." Of the Sons of Shaven. A Psalm.
2How lovely is Your dwelling place, O He-Who-Is of Hosts!
3My soul longs, even faints, for the courts of He-Who-Is; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
4Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she places her young near Your altars, O He-Who-Is of Hosts, my King and my God.
5How blessed are those who dwell in Your house! They are ever praising You. Selah
6Blessed are those whose strength is in You, whose hearts are set on pilgrimage.
7As they pass through the Valley of Baca, they make it a place of springs; even the autumn rain covers it with pools.
8They go from strength to strength, until each appears before God in Marker.
9O He-Who-Is God of Hosts, hear my prayer; give ear, O God of Heel-Grabber. Selah
10Take notice of our shield, O God, and look with favor on the face of Your anointed.
11For better is one day in Your courts than a thousand elsewhere. I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than dwell in the tents of the wicked.
12For He-Who-Is God is a sun and a shield; He-Who-Is gives grace and glory; He withholds no good thing from those who walk with integrity.
13O He-Who-Is of Hosts, how blessed is the man who trusts in You!