Psalm 84

New Coverdale Version

How lovely are your dwellings, * O Lord God of hosts!

My soul has a desire and longing to enter into the courts of the Lord; * my heart and my flesh rejoice in the living God.

Indeed, the sparrow has found her a house, and the swallow a nest where she may lay her young, * even your altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God.

Blessed are they who dwell in your house; * they will be always praising you.

Blessed is the one whose strength is in you, * in whose heart are your ways,

Who going through the valley of misery uses it for a well; * indeed, the early rains fill the pools with water.

They will go from strength to strength, * and the God of gods shall be seen by them in Zion.

O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer; * hearken, O God of Jacob.

Behold, O God, our defender, * and look upon the face of your Anointed.

For one day in your courts * is better than a thousand;

I would rather be a door-keeper in the house of my God * than dwell in the tents of ungodliness.

For the Lord God is a light and defense; * the Lord will give grace and honor, and no good thing shall he withhold from those who live a godly life.

O Lord God of hosts, * blessed is the one who puts his trust in you.