Psalm 84.
To the chief musician upon Gareth.
Uh, som for the sons of Korah.
How amiable are they Tabernacles or Lord of hosts?
My soul longeth yea, even fainted for the courts of the Lord.
My heart and my flesh cry out for the living.
God.
Yea, the Sparrow have found an house.
And the swallow, a nest for herself.
Where she may lay her young.
Even nine altars O Lord of hosts, my king and my God.
Bless it or they that dwell on my house.
They will be still praising the, say, LA.
Bless it is the man whose strength is in the, in whose heart are the ways of them.
Who passing through the valley of Baca, make it a well.
The rain also fill up the pools.
They go from strength to strength.
Every one of them in Zion, up here at the, before God.
Oh, Lord God of hosts.
Hear my prayer.
Give ear O God of Jacob.
Saylah.
Behold.
Oh God, our shield.
And look upon the face of dine anointed.
For a day and nine courts is better than a thousand.
I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than to
dwell in the tents of wickedness.
For the Lord, God, as a sun and shield.
The Lord will give grace and glory.
No good thing.
Will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.
Oh, Lord of hosts.
Blessed is the man that trusteth in the.