For the Chief Musician; set to the Gittith. A Psalm of the sons of Korah.
How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Yahweh of hosts!
My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of Yahweh; My heart and my flesh cry out unto the living Elohim.
Yea, the sparrow hath found her a house, And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, Even thine altars, O Yahweh of hosts, My King, and my Elohim.
Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: They will be still praising thee. Selah
Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee; In whose heart are the highways to Zion.
Passing through the valley of Weeping they make it a place of springs; Yea, the early rain covereth it with blessings.
They go from strength to strength; Every one of them appeareth before Elohim in Zion.
O Yahweh Elohim of hosts, hear my prayer; Give ear, O Elohim of Jacob. Selah
Behold, O Elohim our shield, And look upon the face of thine anointed (mashiyach).
For a day in thy courts is better than a thousand. I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my Elohim, Than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
For Yahweh Elohim is a sun and a shield: Yahweh will give grace and glory; No good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.
O Yahweh of hosts, Blessed is the man that trusteth in thee.