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From the Sons of Korah...
How lovely are Your dwelling places, O YHWH of hosts!
My being has longed, and even fainted, For the courts of YHWH; My heart and my flesh cry out for the living El.
Even the sparrow has found a home, And the swallow a nest for herself, Where she has put her young ones - Your altars, O YHWH of hosts, My Sovereign and my Elohim.
Blessed are those who dwell in Your house, They are ever praising You. Selah.
Blessed is the man whose strength is in You, Your Highways are in their heart.
Passing through the valley of weeping, They make it a fountain; The Teacher also covers it with blessings.
They go from strength to strength, Appearing before Elohim in Tsiyon.
O YHWH Elohim of hosts, hear my prayer; Give ear, O Elohim of Ya'aqob! Selah.
O Elohim, see our shield, And look upon the face of Your anointed.
For a day in Your courts Is better than a thousand days. I have chosen rather to be a doorkeeper In the House of my Elohim, Than to dwell in the tents of the wrong.
For YHWH Elohim is a sun and a shield; YHWH gives favour and esteem; He withholds no good matter From those who walk blamelessly.
O YHWH of hosts, Blessed is the man who trusts in You!