2 How beloved are your tabernacles, O Lord of hosts!
3 My soul longs and faints for the courts of the Lord. My heart and my flesh have exulted in the living God.
4 For even the sparrow has found a home for himself, and the turtle-dove a nest for herself, where she may lay her young: your altars, O Lord of hosts, my king and my God.
5 Blessed are those who dwell in your house, O Lord. They will praise you from age to age.
6 Blessed is the man whose help is from you. In his heart, he is disposed to ascend
7 from the valley of tears, from the place which he has determined.
8 For even the lawgiver will provide a blessing; they will go from virtue to virtue. The God of gods will be seen in Zion.