2 My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh cry out unto the living God.
3 Yea, the sparrow hath found her an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
4 Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: they will be still praising thee. Selah
5 Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee; in whose heart are the highways to Zion.
6 Passing through the valley of Weeping they make it a place of springs; yea, the early rain covereth it with blessings.
7 They go from strength to strength, every one of them appeareth before God in Zion.
8 O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer: give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah