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!