My Soul Longs for the Courts of the Lord
84For the choir director; on the Gittith. A Psalm of the sons of Korah. How lovely are Your dwelling places, O Lord of hosts!
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My soul longed and even yearned for the courts of the Lord; My heart and my flesh sing for joy to the living God.
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The bird also has found a house, And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, Even Your altars, O Lord of hosts, My King and my God.
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How blessed are those who dwell in Your house! They are ever praising You. Selah.
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How blessed is the man whose strength is in You, In whose heart are the highways to Zion!
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Passing through the valley of Baca they make it a spring; The early rain also covers it with blessings.
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They go from strength to strength, Every one of them appears before God in Zion.
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O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer; Give ear, O God of Jacob! Selah.
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Behold our shield, O God, And look upon the face of Your anointed.
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For a day in Your courts is better than a thousand outside. I would rather stand at the threshold of the house of my God Than dwell in the tents of wickedness.
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For the Lord God is a sun and shield; The Lord gives grace and glory; No good thing does He withhold from those who walk uprightly.
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O Lord of hosts, How blessed is the man who trusts in You!