(Of the Director; to the Gittith; of the sons of Korah; a psalm.)
84 How lovable your dwelling-places are,
Jehovah of Armies!
2 My soul yearns, yes, breaks down with its eagerness for Jehovah’s courts;
my heart and flesh shout toward living Deity.
3 Even a little bird has found a house,
and a swallow a nest for herself,
That has placed her brood by your altars,
Jehovah of Armies, my King and my God.
4 Happy those who live at your house;
they will keep praising you. (Selah)
5 Happy are men who have strength in you,
who have highways at heart,
6 Those who pass through Baca Vale
making it a region of springs,
even pools that fall rain overspreads.
7 They go on from good times to good times;
Deity, God, is to be seen at Sion.
8 Jehovah, God, Armies, hear my prayer; [Selah]
give ear, God of Jacob:
9 See our shield, God,
and look at the face of your anointed.
10 For a day in your courts is better than a thousand;
I had rather be at the threshold of the house of my God
than lodge in tents of wickedness.
11 For our God Jehovah is a sun and shield;
Jehovah will give grace and glory,
will not withhold good from those who go by a good conscience.
12 Jehovah of Armies,
happy the man that puts confidence in you.