[1] How lovely are your dwellings,    Yahweh of Hosts! [2] My soul longs,
and even faints for the courts of Yahweh.    My heart and my flesh cry out
for the living God. [3] Yes, the sparrow has found a home,    And the
swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young,    Near your
altars, Yahweh of Hosts,    My King, and my God. [4] Blessed are those who
dwell in your house.	They are always praising you. Selah. [5] Blessed is
the man whose strength is in you; Who have set their hearts on a
pilgrimage. [6] Passing through the valley of Weeping, they make it a place
of	 springs.    Yes, the autumn rain covers it with blessings. [7]
They go from strength to strength.    Everyone of them appears before God
in Zion. [8] Yahweh, God of hosts, hear my prayer.    Listen, God of Jacob.
Selah. [9] Behold, God our shield,    Look at the face of your anointed.
[10] For a day in your courts is better than a thousand.    I would rather
be a doorkeeper in the house of my God,    Than to dwell in the tents of
wickedness. [11] For Yahweh God is a sun and a shield.	  Yahweh will give
grace and glory.    He withholds no good thing from those who walk
blamelessly. [12] Yahweh of Hosts,    Blessed is the man who trusts in you.
     Psalm 85	    For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by the sons of Korah.