Psalm 84

To the chief Musician upon Gittith, A Psalm 1for the sons of Korah.

How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Lord of hosts!

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My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.

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Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.

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Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: they will be still praising thee. Selah.

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Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee; in whose heart are the ways of them.

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Who passing through the valley of 1Baca make it a well; the rain also 2filleth the pools.

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They go from 1strength to strength, every one of them in Zion appeareth before God.


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O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer: give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah.

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Behold, O God our shield, and look upon the face of thine anointed.

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For a day in thy courts is better than a thousand. 1I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.

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For the Lord God is a sun and shield: the Lord will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.

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O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man that trusteth in thee.