Psalm 84
How lovely is your dwelling-place
: O Lord God of hosts!
My soul has a desire and longing to enter the courts of the Lord
: my heart and my flesh rejoice in the living God.
The sparrow has found her a home,
and the swallow a nest where she may lay her young
: even your altar, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God.
Blessed are those who dwell in your house
: they will always be praising you.
Blessed is the man whose strength is in you
: in whose heart are the highways to Zion;
Who, going through the valley of dryness,
finds there a spring from which to drink
: till the autumn rain shall clothe it with blessings.
They go from strength to strength
: they appear, every one of them, before the God of gods in Zion.