Psalm Eighty Four

How lovely is your dwelling place,
Lord Almighty!
My soul yearns, even 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 have her young—
A place near your altar,
Lord Almighty, my King and my God.
Blessed are those who dwell in your house;
They are ever praising you.
Blessed are those whose strength is in you,
Whose hearts are set on pilgrimage.
As they pass through the Valley of Baka,
They make it a place of springs;
The autumn rains also cover it with pools.[d] They go from strength to strength,
Till each appears before God in Zion.
Hear my prayer, Lord God Almighty;
Listen to me, God of Jacob.
Look on our shield,[e] O God;
Look with favor on your anointed one.
Better is one day in your courts
Than a thousand elsewhere;
I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God
Than dwell in the tents of the wicked.
For the Lord God is a sun and shield;
The Lord bestows favor and honor;
No good thing does he withhold
From those whose walk is blameless.
Lord Almighty,
Blessed is the one who trusts in you.