Psalms 84:1–12

^{For the director upon the Git′tith. Of the sons of Ko′rah. A melody.}

¹How lovely your grand tabernacle is,
O Jehovah of armies!

²My soul has yearned and also pined away for the courtyards of Jehovah.
My own heart and my very flesh cry out joyfully to the living God.

³Even the bird itself has found a house,
And the swallow a nest for herself,
Where she has put her young ones—
Your grand altar, O Jehovah of armies, my King and my God!

⁴Happy are those dwelling in your house!
They still keep on praising you. ​Se′lah.

⁵Happy are the men whose strength is in you,
In whose heart are the highways.

⁶Passing along through the low plain of the ba′ca bushes,
They turn it into a spring itself;
Even with blessings the instructor enwraps himself.

⁷They will walk on from vital energy to vital energy;
Each one appears to God in Zion.

⁸O Jehovah God of armies, do hear my prayer;
Do give ear, O God of Jacob. ​Se′lah.

⁹O shield of ours, see, O God,
And look upon the face of your anointed one.

¹⁰For a day in your courtyards is better than a thousand [elsewhere].
I have chosen to stand at the threshold in the house of my God
Rather than to move around in the tents of wickedness.

¹¹For Jehovah God is a sun and a shield;
Favor and glory are what he gives.
Jehovah himself will not hold back anything good from those walking in faultlessness.

¹²O Jehovah of armies, happy is the man that is trusting in you.