1 How lovely are your dwellings,Lord of Hosts!
2 My soul longs, and even faints for the courts of the Lord.My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
3 Yes, the sparrow has found a home,and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young,near your altars, Lord of Hosts, my King, and my God.
4 Blessed are those who dwell in your house.They are always praising you. Selah.
5 Blessed are those whose strength is in you;who have set their hearts on a pilgrimage.
6 Passing through the valley of Weeping, they make it a place of springs.Yes, the autumn rain covers it with blessings.
7 They go from strength to strength.Everyone of them appears before God in Zion.