¹To the chief musician. On Gittith. A Psalm for the sons of Korah. How lovely are Your dwellings, O Jehovah of hosts! ²My soul longs and even faints for the courts of Jehovah; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God. ³Even the sparrow has found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, on Your altars, O Jehovah of hosts, my King and my God. ⁴Blessed are they who dwell in Your house; they will always be praising You. ⁵Blessed is the man whose strength is in You; Your ways are in their hearts. ⁶Passing through the valley of weeping, they will make it a fountain; even the early rain covers with blessings. ⁷They go from strength to strength, being seen in Zion before God. ⁸O Jehovah God of hosts, hear my prayer; listen, O God of Jacob. Selah. ⁹Behold, O God, our shield; and look upon the face of Your anointed. ¹⁰For a day in Your courts is better than a thousand; I have chosen to stand at the threshold in the house of my God rather than to dwell in the tents of wickedness. ¹¹For Jehovah God is a sun and shield; Jehovah will give grace and glory; He will withhold nothing good from those who walk in integrity. ¹²O Jehovah of hosts, blessed is the man who trusts in You!