| 1 | Unto the end. For the wine and oil presses. A Psalm to the sons of Korah. |
| 2 | How beloved are your tabernacles, O Lord of hosts! |
| 3 | My soul longs and faints for the courts of the Lord. My heart and my flesh have exulted in the living God. |
| 4 | For even the sparrow has found a home for himself, and the turtle-dove a nest for herself, where she may lay her young: your altars, O Lord of hosts, my king and my God. |
| 5 | Blessed are those who dwell in your house, O Lord. They will praise you from age to age. |
| 6 | Blessed is the man whose help is from you. In his heart, he is disposed to ascend |
| 7 | from the valley of tears, from the place which he has determined. |
| 8 | For even the lawgiver will provide a blessing; they will go from virtue to virtue. The God of gods will be seen in Zion. |
| 9 | O Lord, God of hosts, hear my prayer. Pay attention, O God of Jacob. |
| 10 | O God, gaze upon our protector, and look upon the face of your Christ. |
| 11 | For one day in your courts is better than thousands elsewhere. I have chosen to be lowly in the house of my God, rather than to dwell in the tabernacles of sinners. |
| 12 | For God loves mercy and truth. The Lord will give grace and glory. |
| 13 | He will not withhold good things from those who walk in innocence. O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man who hopes in you. |
