For the director upon the Gitʹtith.*+ Of the sons of Koʹrah. A melody.
84 How lovely your grand tabernacle is,+
O Jehovah of armies!+
2 My soul has yearned and also pined away for the courtyards of Jehovah.+
My own heart and my very flesh cry out joyfully to the living God.*+
3 Even the bird itself has found a house,
And the swallow a nest for herself,
Where she has put her young ones—
Your grand altar,* O Jehovah of armies, my King and my God!*
4 Happy are those dwelling in your house!+
They still keep on praising you.+ Seʹlah.
5 Happy are the men* whose strength is in you,*+
In whose heart are the highways.+
6 Passing along through the low plain of the baʹca bushes,+
They turn it into a spring itself;
Even with blessings the instructor+ enwraps himself.
7 They will walk on from vital energy to vital energy;+
Each one appears to God in Zion.*+
8 O Jehovah God* of armies, do hear my prayer;+
Do give ear, O God of Jacob.+ Seʹlah.
9 O shield of ours, see, O God,+
And look upon the face of your anointed one.*+
10 For a day in your courtyards is better than a thousand [elsewhere].+
I have chosen to stand at the threshold in the house of my God+
Rather than to move around in the tents of wickedness.+
11 For Jehovah God is a sun+ and a shield;+
Favor and glory are what he gives.+
Jehovah himself will not hold back anything good from those walking in faultlessness.+
12 O Jehovah of armies, happy is the man* that is trusting in you.+