Psalms - Chapter 84

Psalms - Chapter 84

The Psalmist Longs for the Temple of God - Song of Prochan

1 To the Chief Musician. On an instrument of Gath. A Psalm of the sons of Korah. How lovely [is] Your tabernacle, O LORD of hosts!

2 My soul longs, yes, even faints For the courts of the LORD; My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.

3 Even the sparrow has found a home, And the swallow a nest for herself, Where she may lay her young -- [Even] Your altars, O LORD of hosts, My King and my God.

4 Blessed [are] those who dwell in Your house; They will still be praising You. Selah

5 Blessed [is] the man whose strength [is] in You, Whose heart [is] set on pilgrimage.

6 [As they] pass through the Valley of Baca, They make it a spring; The rain also cop it with pools.

7 They go from strength to strength; [Each one] appears before God in Zion.

8 O LORD God of hosts, hear my prayer; Give ear, O God of Jacob! Selah

9 O God, behold our shield, And look upon the face of Your anointed.

10 For a day in Your courts [is] better than a thousand. I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God Than dwell in the tents of wickedness.

11 For the LORD God [is] a sun and shield; The LORD will give grace and glory; No good [thing] will He withhold From those who walk uprightly.

12 O LORD of hosts, Blessed [is] the man who trusts in You!