How lovely are your dwellings, *
O Lord God of hosts!
My soul has a desire and longing to enter into the courts of the Lord; *
my heart and my flesh rejoice in the living God.
Indeed, the sparrow has found her a house, and the swallow a nest where she may lay her young, *
even your altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God.
Blessed are they who dwell in your house; *
they will be always praising you.
Blessed is the one whose strength is in you, *
in whose heart are your ways,
Who going through the valley of misery uses it for a well; *
indeed, the early rains fill the pools with water.
They will go from strength to strength, *
and the God of gods shall be seen by them in Zion.
O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer; *
hearken, O God of Jacob.