For the director of music. For gittith. A psalm of the Sons of Korah.
Lord who rules over all, how lovely is the place where you live!
2 I long to be in the courtyards of the Lord’s temple. I deeply long to be there. My whole being cries out for the living God.
3 Lord who rules over all, even the sparrow has found a home near your altar. My King and my God, the swallow also has a nest there, where she may have her young.
4 Blessed are those who live in your house. They are always praising you. Selah
5 Blessed are those whose strength comes from you. They have decided to travel to your temple.
6 As they pass through the dry Valley of Baca, they make it a place where water flows. The rain in the fall covers it with pools.
7 Those people get stronger as they go along, until each of them appears in Zion, where God lives.
8 Lord God who rules over all, hear my prayer. God of the people of Jacob, listen to me. Selah
9 God, look with favour on your anointed king. You appointed him to be like a shield that keeps us safe.
10 A single day in your courtyards is better than a thousand anywhere else. I would rather guard the door of the house of my God than live in the tents of sinful people.
11 The Lord God is like the sun that gives us light. He is like a shield that keeps us safe. The Lord blesses us with favour and honour. He doesn’t hold back anything good from those whose lives are without blame.
12 Lord who rules over all, blessed is everyone who trusts in you.