| 1 | Unto the end, for the winepresses, a psalm for the sons of Core. |
| 2 | How lovely are thy tabernacles, O Lord of host! |
| 3 | My soul longeth and fainteth for the courts of the Lord. My heart and my flesh have rejoiced in the living God. |
| 4 | 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. |
| 5 | Blessed are they that dwell in thy house, O Lord: they shall praise thee for ever and ever. |
| 6 | Blessed is the man whose help is from thee: in his heart he hath disposed to ascend by steps, |
| 7 | In the vale of tears, in the place which be hath set. |
| 8 | For the lawgiver shall give a blessing, they shall go from virtue to virtue: the God of gods shall be seen in Sion. |
| 9 | O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer: give ear, O God of Jacob. |
| 10 | Behold, O God our protector: and look on the face of thy Christ. |
| 11 | For better is one day in thy courts above thousands. I have chosen to be an abject in the house of my God, rather than to dwell in the tabernacles of sinners. |
| 12 | For God loveth mercy and truth: the Lord will give grace and glory. |
| 13 | He will not deprive of good things them that walk in innocence: O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man that trusteth in thee. |
