How lovely is your tabernacle, Lord of hosts!
My soul longs, yes, even faints for the courts of the
Lord
My heart and flesh cry out for the living God
O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer!
Give ear, O God of Jacob, behold, O God, our shield
And look upon the face of your anointed
Happy are those who dwell in your house
They are ever praising you
For a day in your courts is better than a thousand
I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God
Than dwell in the tents of wickedness
