⁰To the director, on the Gittith, of the children of Korah, a Psalm.

¹How beloved are your dwelling places, Yahweh of hosts!

²My being yearned, and even was spent, for the courts of Yahweh; my heart and my flesh ring out for joy to the living God.

³Even the little bird has found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she has set her chicks, at your altars, Yahweh of hosts, my king and my God.

⁴Blessed are those who dwell in your house; they will praise you still. Selah.

⁵Blessed is the man whose strength is in you, in whose heart are highways.

⁶Those who pass through the valley of Baca make it a spring; also the early rain wraps it in blessings.

⁷They go from strength to strength; each appears before God in Zion.

⁸Yahweh, God of hosts, hear my prayer; give ear, God of Jacob. Selah.

⁹See, O God our shield, and look upon the face of your anointed.

¹⁰For a day in your courts is better than a thousand; I have chosen to stand at the threshold in the house of my God, rather than dwell in the tents of wickedness.

¹¹For Yahweh God is a sun and a shield; Yahweh gives favor and weightiness; he does not withhold good from those who walk in blamelessness.

¹²Yahweh of hosts, blessed is the man who trusts in you.