Psalms, 84

For the director upon the Gitʹtith.^*1 Of the sons of Koʹrah. A melody.

¹ How lovely your grand tabernacle is, O Jehovah of armies!

² My soul has yearned and also pined away for the courtyards of Jehovah. My own heart and my very flesh cry out joyfully to the living God.^*1

³ Even the bird itself has found a house, And the swallow a nest for herself, Where she has put her young ones— Your grand altar,^*1 O Jehovah of armies, my King and my God!^*2

⁴ Happy are those dwelling in your house! They still keep on praising you. Seʹlah.

⁵ Happy are the men^*1 whose strength is in you,^*2 In whose heart are the highways.

⁶ Passing along through the low plain of the baʹca bushes, They turn it into a spring itself; Even with blessings the instructor enwraps himself.

⁷ They will walk on from vital energy to vital energy; Each one appears to God in Zion.^*1

⁸ O Jehovah God^*1 of armies, do hear my prayer; Do give ear, O God of Jacob. Seʹlah.

⁹ O shield of ours, see, O God, And look upon the face of your anointed one.^*1

¹⁰ For a day in your courtyards is better than a thousand [elsewhere]. I have chosen to stand at the threshold in the house of my God Rather than to move around in the tents of wickedness.

¹¹ For Jehovah God is a sun and a shield; Favor and glory are what he gives. Jehovah himself will not hold back anything good from those walking in faultlessness.

¹² O Jehovah of armies, happy is the man^*1 that is trusting in you.