Thomson(i)
1 For the conclusion. A Psalm for the wine presses. For the sons of Kore. LORD of hosts, how lovely are thine abodes!
2 my soul longeth, it panteth for the courts of the Lord. My heart and my flesh exulted for the living God.
3 For a sparrow hath found for itself a house: and a ring dove a nest for itself, where to place its young; [Even I] these altars of thine, Lord of hosts. my king and my God,
4 happy they who dwell in thy house; they shall forever praise thee.
5 Happy the man, whose support is from thee, O Lord!
6 he hath laid up in his heart steps for this mournful vale, to the place on which he hath fixed; for the lawgiver will indeed give blessings.
7 They shall go on from strength to strength: the God of Gods will be seen in Sion.
8 Lord, the God of hosts, hear my prayer; hearken to it, God of Jacob.
9 God, our shield behold: look down on the face of thine Anointed.
10 Because one day in thy courts is better than a thousand; I had rather be in an abject state in the house of God, than dwell in the tents of sinners.
11 Because the Lord loveth mercy and truth; God will give grace and glory: the Lord will not withhold good things from them who walk in innocence.
12 O Lord of hosts! happy is the man whose trust is in thee.