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1 To the chaunter vpon Githith, a Psalme of the sonnes of Corah. O how amyable are thy dwellynges, thou Lorde of Hostes?
2 My soule hath a desyre and longinge to entre into the courtes of the Lorde: my hert and my flesh reioyse in the liuyng God.
3 Yee, the sparow hath founde her an house, and the swalowe a nest, where she may laye her yonge: euen thy aulters O Lorde of Hostes, my kynge and my God.
4 Blessed are they that dwell in thy house, they wilbe all waye praysyng the. Sela.
5 Blessed is that man whose strength is in the, in whose herte are thy wayes.
6 Whych goinge thorow the vale of misery vse it for a well, and the pooles are fylled with water.
7 They wyll go from strength, and vnto the God of Goddes appeareth euery one of them in Sion.
8 O Lorde God of Hostes, heare my prayer: herken O God of Iacob. Sela.
9 Behold O God oure defender, and loke vpon the face of thyne anoynted.
10 For one daye in thy courtes is better then a thousande.
11 I had rather be a dore keper in the house of my God, then to dwell in the tentes of vngodlynesse.
12 For the Lorde God is a lyght and defence, the Lorde will geue grace and worshype, and no good thynge shall he wytholde from them that lyue a godly lyfe. O Lord God of Hostes, blessed is the man, that putteth his trust in the.
85 1 To the chaunter, a Psalme of the sonnes of Corab. Lorde, thou art become gracyous vnto thy lande, thou hast turned awaye the captiuite of Iacob.