Psalms Chapter 84    
  1 ¶ To the chief Musician upon Gittith, A Psalm for the sons1 of Korah. How amiable are thy tabernacles, O LORD of hosts!
  2 My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the LORD: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.
  3 Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O LORD of hosts, my King, and my God.
  4 Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: they will be still praising thee. Selah.
  5 Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee; in whose heart are the ways of them.
  6 Who passing through the valley of Baca2 make it a well; the rain also filleth3 the pools.
  7 They go from strength to4 strength, every one of them in Zion appeareth before God.
  8 ¶ O LORD God of hosts, hear my prayer: give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah.
  9 Behold, O God our shield, and look upon the face of thine anointed.
  10 For a day in thy courts is better than a thousand. I had5 rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
  11 For the LORD God is a sun and shield: the LORD will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.
  12 O LORD of hosts, blessed is the man that trusteth in thee.