1 For the music director, upon the Gittite lyre, a psalm of the sons of Korah.
2 How lovely are Your tabernacles, Adonai-Tzva’ot!
3 My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of Adonai. My heart and my flesh sing for joy to the living God.
4 Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young —near Your altars, Adonai-Tzva’ot— my King and my God!