[1] How lovely are your dwellings, Yahweh of Hosts! [2] My soul longs,
and even faints for the courts of Yahweh. My heart and my flesh cry out
for the living God. [3] Yes, the sparrow has found a home, And the
swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young, Near your
altars, Yahweh of Hosts, My King, and my God. [4] Blessed are those who
dwell in your house. They are always praising you. Selah. [5] Blessed is
the man whose strength is in you; Who have set their hearts on a
pilgrimage. [6] Passing through the valley of Weeping, they make it a place
of springs. Yes, the autumn rain covers it with blessings. [7]
They go from strength to strength. Everyone of them appears before God
in Zion. [8] Yahweh, God of hosts, hear my prayer. Listen, God of Jacob.
Selah. [9] Behold, God our shield, Look at the face of your anointed.
[10] For a day in your courts is better than a thousand. I would rather
be a doorkeeper in the house of my God, Than to dwell in the tents of
wickedness. [11] For Yahweh God is a sun and a shield. Yahweh will give
grace and glory. He withholds no good thing from those who walk
blamelessly. [12] Yahweh of Hosts, Blessed is the man who trusts in you.
Psalm 85 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by the sons of Korah.
