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O Lord, I love the temple where you live, the place where your splendor is revealed.

Where would I be if I did not believe I would experience the Lord's favor in the land of the living?

Listen to me! Quickly deliver me! Be my protector and refuge, a stronghold where I can be safe!

You hide them with you, where they are safe from the attacks of men; you conceal them in a shelter, where they are safe from slanderous attacks.

From the place where he lives he looks carefully at all the earth's inhabitants.

Evil men will soon disappear; you will stare at the spot where they once were, but they will be gone.

Reveal your light and your faithfulness! They will lead me, they will escort me back to your holy hill, and to the place where you live.

A psalm of David, written when he was in the Judean wilderness. O God, you are my God! I long for you! My soul thirsts for you, my flesh yearns for you, in a dry and parched land where there is no water.

Why do you look with envy, O mountains with many peaks, at the mountain where God has decided to live? Indeed the Lord will live there permanently!

I sink into the deep mire where there is no solid ground; I am in deep water, and the current overpowers me.

Be my protector and refuge, a stronghold where I can be safe! For you are my high ridge and my stronghold.

Remember your people whom you acquired in ancient times, whom you rescued so they could be your very own nation, as well as Mount Zion, where you dwell!

They say to themselves, "We will oppress all of them." They burn down all the places where people worship God in the land.

Remember your covenant promises, for the dark regions of the earth are full of places where violence rules.

You shine brightly and reveal your majesty, as you descend from the hills where you killed your prey.

He abandoned the sanctuary at Shiloh, the tent where he lived among men.

Why should the nations say, "Where is their God?" Before our very eyes may the shed blood of your servants be avenged among the nations!

For the music director; according to the gittith style; written by the Korahites, a psalm. How lovely is the place where you live, O Lord who rules over all!

Even the birds find a home there, and the swallow builds a nest, where she can protect her young near your altars, O Lord who rules over all, my king and my God.

Where are your earlier faithful deeds, O Lord, the ones performed in accordance with your reliable oath to David?

where your ancestors challenged my authority, and tried my patience, even though they had seen my work.

but when the hot wind blows by, it disappears, and one can no longer even spot the place where it once grew.

where the birds make nests, near the evergreens in which the herons live.

Let them exalt him in the assembly of the people! Let them praise him in the place where the leaders preside!

A song of ascents. I look up toward the hills. From where does my help come?

The tribes go up there, the tribes of the Lord, where it is required that Israel give thanks to the name of the Lord.

It is like the dew of Hermon, which flows down upon the hills of Zion. Indeed that is where the Lord has decreed a blessing will be available -- eternal life.

Even when my strength leaves me, you watch my footsteps. In the path where I walk they have hidden a trap for me.