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My soul longs, yea, faints for the courts of the LORD; my heart and flesh sing for joy to the living God.

Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at thy altars, O LORD of hosts, my King and my God.

For a day in thy courts is better than a thousand elsewhere. I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than dwell in the tents of wickedness.

For the LORD God is a sun and shield; he bestows favor and honor. No good thing does the LORD withhold from those who walk uprightly.

Wilt thou be angry with us for ever? Wilt thou prolong thy anger to all generations?

Let me hear what God the LORD will speak, for he will speak peace to his people, to his saints, to those who turn to him in their hearts.

Surely his salvation is at hand for those who fear him, that glory may dwell in our land.

A Prayer of David. Incline thy ear, O LORD, and answer me, for I am poor and needy.

Preserve my life, for I am godly; save thy servant who trusts in thee. Thou art my God;

be gracious to me, O Lord, for to thee do I cry all the day.

Gladden the soul of thy servant, for to thee, O Lord, do I lift up my soul.

For thou, O Lord, art good and forgiving, abounding in steadfast love to all who call on thee.

In the day of my trouble I call on thee, for thou dost answer me.

For thou art great and doest wondrous things, thou alone art God.

I give thanks to thee, O Lord my God, with my whole heart, and I will glorify thy name for ever.

For great is thy steadfast love toward me; thou hast delivered my soul from the depths of Sheol.

And of Zion it shall be said, "This one and that one were born in her"; for the Most High himself will establish her.

A Song. A Psalm of the Sons of Korah. To the choirmaster: according to Mahalath Leannoth. A Maskil of Heman the Ezrahite. O LORD, my God, I call for help by day; I cry out in the night before thee.

For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.

like one forsaken among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, like those whom thou dost remember no more, for they are cut off from thy hand.