| 1 | <To the chief music-maker; put to the Gittith A Psalm. Of the sons of Korah.> How dear are your tents, O Lord of armies! |
| 2 | The passion of my soul's desire is for the house of the Lord; my heart and my flesh are crying out for the living God. |
| 3 | The little birds have places for themselves, where they may put their young, even your altars, O Lord of armies, my King and my God. |
| 4 | Happy are they whose resting-place is in your house: they will still be praising you. (Selah.) |
| 5 | Happy is the man whose strength is in you; in whose heart are the highways to Zion. |
| 6 | Going through the valley of balsam-trees, they make it a place of springs; it is clothed with blessings by the early rain. |
| 7 | They go from strength to strength; every one of them comes before God in Zion. |
| 8 | O Lord God of armies, let my prayer come to you: give ear, O God of Jacob. (Selah.) |
| 9 | O God, let your eyes be on him who is our safe cover, and let your heart be turned to your king. |
| 10 | For a day in your house is better than a thousand. It is better to be a door-keeper in the house of my God, than to be living in the tents of sin. |
| 11 | The Lord God is our sun and our strength: the Lord will give grace and glory: he will not keep back any good thing from those whose ways are upright. |
| 12 | O Lord of armies, happy is the man whose hope is in you. |
