How lovely your dwelling, O Lord of hosts!
My soul yearns and pines for the courts of the Lord,
My heart and flesh cry out for the living God.
As the sparrow finds a home and the swallow a nest to settle her young,
My home is by your altars, Lord of hosts, my king and my God!
Blessed are those who dwell in your house! They never cease to praise you.
Blessed the man who finds refuge in you,
in their hearts are pilgrim roads.
As they pass through the Baca valley, they find spring water to drink.
The early rain covers it with blessings.
They will go from strength to strength and see the God of gods on Zion.
Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer;
listen, God of Jacob.
O God, watch over our shield; look upon the face of your annointed.
Better one day in your courts than a thousand elsewhere.
Better the threshold of the house of my God
than a home in the tents of the wicked.
For a sun and shield is the Lord God, bestowing all grace and glory.
The Lord withholds no good thing from those who walk without reproach.
O Lord of hosts, blessed the man who trusts in you!