(For the music director; on the Gittith. Of the sons of Korah. A psalm. ) How lovely are your dwelling places, O Yahweh of hosts!
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My soul longs and even fails for the courtyards of Yahweh. My heart and flesh sing for joy to the living God.
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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.
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Blessed are those who dwell in your house; they can ever praise you. Selah
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Blessed is the man whose strength is in you; in their heart are the highways to Zion.
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Passing through the Valley of Baca, they make it a spring. The early rain covers it with blessings as well.
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They go from strength to strength, until each appears before God in Zion.
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O Yahweh, God of hosts, hear my prayer; give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah
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Look at our shield, O God, and have regard for the face of your anointed one.
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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.
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Because Yahweh God is a sun and a shield; Yahweh gives grace and honor. He does not withhold good from those who walk blamelessly.
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O Yahweh of hosts, blessed is the man who trusts you.