84:1 To
the
chiefe
musician
vpon
Gittith,
a
Psalme
for
the
sonnes
of
Korah.
How
amiable
are
thy
tabernacles,
O
Lord
of
hostes!
84:2 My
soule
longeth,
yea
euen
fainteth
for
the
courts
of
the
Lord:
my
heart
and
my
flesh
cryeth
out
for
the
liuing
God.
84:3 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.
84:4 Blessed
are
they
that
dwell
in
thy
house:
they
wilbe
still
praysing
thee.
Selah.
84:5 Blessed
is
the
man
whose
strength
is
in
thee:
in
whose
heart
are
the
wayes
of
them:
84:6 Who
passing
through
the
valley
of
Baca,
make
it
a
well:
the
raine
also
filleth
the
pooles.
84:7 They
goe
from
strength
to
strength:
euery
one
of
them
in
Zion
appeareth
before
God.
84:8 O
Lord
God
of
hostes,
heare
my
prayer:
giue
eare,
O
God
of
Iacob.
Selah.
84:9 Behold,
O
God
our
shield:
and
looke
vpon
the
face
of
thine
anointed.
84:10 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.
84:11 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.
84:12 O
Lord
of
hostes:
blessed
is
the
man
that
trusteth
in
thee.