1 How lovely are thy habitations, O Yahweh of hosts! 2 My soul, longeth - yea even languisheth - for the courts of Yahweh, - My heart and my flesh, shout aloud for a Living GOD.
3 Even the sparrow, hath found a home, And, the swallow, a nest for herself, where she hath laid her young, Thine altars, O Yahweh of hosts, My king and my God! 4 How happy are they who abide in thy house, - Still are they praising thee. Selah.
5 How happy the men whose strength is in thee, Festive processions are in their heart. 6 Passing through the balsam-vale, A place of fountains, they make it, Yea, with blessings, is it covered by the early rain. 7 They go from strength to strength, Each one appeareth before God in Zion.
8 O Yahweh, God of hosts, hear thou my prayer, - Give hear, thou God of Jacob. Selah. 9 Our Shield, behold thou, O God, And look upon the face of thine Anointed One.
10 For better is a day in thy courts, than a thousand, I choose rather to stand at the threshold in the house of my God, Than to dwell in the tents of lawlessness. 11 For, a sun and shield, is Yahweh God, - Grace and glory, will Yahweh give, He will not withhold what is good, from them who walk without blame. 12 O Yahweh of hosts! How happy the man who trusteth in thee!