1To the chief musician upon Gittith, by the sons of Korach, a psalm. How lovely are thy dwellingplaces, O Lord of hosts! 2My soul desired, yea, it also longed for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh shout with joy unto the living God. 3Even as the sparrow hath found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young:have I found thy altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God. 4Happy are they who dwell in thy house: they will be continually praising thee. Selah. 5Happy is the man whose strong confidence is in thee, all whose heart reflecteth on the paths of righteousness. 6Passing through the valley of weeping, they will change it into a spring: also the early rain covereth it with blessings. 7They go from strength to strength, each of them appeareth before God in Zion. 8O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer: give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah. 9Thou, our shield, behold, O God, and look upon the face of thy anointed. 10For better is a day in thy courts than a thousand elsewhere: I would rather choose to wait at the threshold of the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness. 11For a sun and shield is the Lord God; grace and glory will the Lord give; he will not withhold any good from those that walk with integrity. 12O Lord of hosts, happy is the man that trusteth in thee.