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.