How Lovely Are Thy Tabernacles

¹ How lovely are thy tabernacles, O Lord of hosts! ² My soul longeth and fainteth for the courts of the Lord. My heart and my flesh have rejoiced in the living God.

³ For the sparrow hath found herself a house, and the turtle a nest for herself where she may lay her young ones: thy altars, O Lord of hosts, my king and my God.

⁴ Blessed are they that dwell in thy house, O Lord: they shall praise thee for ever and ever. ⁵ Blessed is the man whose help is from thee: in his heart he hath disposed to ascend by steps, ⁶ in the vale of tears, in the place which he hath set.