Psalms 84

LEB(i) 1 For the music director; on the Gittith. Of the sons of Korah. A psalm.*
How lovely are your dwelling places, O Yahweh of hosts! 2 My soul longs and even fails for the courtyards of Yahweh. My heart and flesh sing for joy to the living God. 3 Even a bird finds a home, and a swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, near your altars, O Yahweh of hosts, my king and my God. 4 Blessed are those who dwell in your house;* they can ever praise you. Selah 5 Blessed is the man whose strength is in you; in their heart are the highways to Zion. 6 Passing through the Valley of Baca,* they make it a spring. The early rain covers it with blessings* as well. 7 They go from strength to strength, until each appears before God in Zion.* 8 O Yahweh, God of hosts, hear my prayer; give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah 9 Look at our shield, O God, and have regard for the face of your anointed one. 10 Because better is a day in your courtyards than a thousand elsewhere. I would rather be at the threshold of the house* of my God than to dwell in the tents of wickedness. 11 Because Yahweh God is a sun and a shield; Yahweh gives grace and honor. He does not withhold good from those who walk blamelessly. 12 O Yahweh of hosts, blessed is the man who trusts you.