Psalms 84 · תהילים

To the chief Musician upon the Gittit, A Psalm for the sons of Qoraĥ.

How lovely are Thy dwelling places, O Lord of hosts!

My soul longs, indeed, it faints for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.

Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young. Thy altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God –

happy are they who dwell in Thy house: they are ever praising thee. (Sela.)

Happy is the man whose strength is in Thee; in whose heart are Thy highways,

who, passing through the valley of Bakha, turn in into a waterspring; moreover, the early rain covers it with blessings.

They go from strength to strength, every one of them appears before God in Żiyyon.

O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer: give ear, O God of Ya῾aqov. (Sela.)

Behold, O God, our shield, and look upon the face of Thy anointed.

For a day in Thy courts is better than a thousand. I had rather be at the threshold in the house of my God, than dwell in the tents of wickedness.

For the Lord God is a sun and shield: the Lord will give grace and honour: no good thing will he withhold from those who walk uprightly.

O Lord of hosts, happy is the man who trusts in Thee.