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.