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!
5 Blessed are they who dwell in Your House —they are ever praising You. Selah
6 Blessed is one whose strength is in You, in whose heart are the pilgrim roads.
7 Passing through the valley of Baca, they make it a spring. The early rain covers it with blessings.
8 They go from strength to strength— every one of them appears before God in Zion.