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[To the chiefe musician vpon Gittith, a Psalme for the sonnes of Korah.] How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Lord of hostes!

My soule longeth, yea euen fainteth for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh cryeth out for the liuing God.

Yea the sparrowe hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for her selfe, where she may lay her young, euen thine altars, O Lord of hostes, my king and my God.

Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: they wilbe still praysing thee. Selah.

Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee: in whose heart are the wayes of them:

Who passing through the valley of Baca, make it a well: the raine also filleth the pooles.

They goe from strength to strength: euery one of them in Zion appeareth before God.

O Lord God of hostes, heare my prayer: giue eare, O God of Iacob. Selah.

Behold, O God our shield: and looke vpon the face of thine anointed.

For a day in thy courts, is better then a thousand: I had rather be a doore keeper in the house of my God, then to dwell in the tents of wickednesse.

For the Lord God is a sunne and shield: the Lord will giue grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walke vprightly.

O Lord of hostes: blessed is the man that trusteth in thee.