American Standard Version

Psalms 84

For the Chief Musician; set to the Gittith. A Psalm of the sons of Korah.

1How amiablearethy tabernacles, O Jehovahofhosts!

2Mysoul longeth, yea, even faintethforthecourtsofJehovah;Myheartandmyflesh cryoutuntothelivingGod.

3Yea,thesparrow hathfoundherahouse,Andtheswallowanestforherself,whereshemaylayheryoung,Eventhine altars,OJehovahofhosts,MyKing,andmyGodאֵֽל־'el-H410.

4BlessedaretheythatdwellinthyhouseH1004:Theywillbestillpraising thee. [Selah

5Blessedistheman whose strengthisinthee;Inwhose heartarethehighwaystoZion.

6Passing throughthevalleyofWeepingtheymake it a placeofsprings; Yea,theearly rain covereth it with blessings.

7Theygofromstrengthtostrength; Every oneofthemappeareth before GodinZion.

8OJehovahGodH430ofhosts, hearmyprayer;Giveear,OGodH430ofJacob. [Selah

9Behold,OGodH430ourshield,Andlook uponthefaceofthine anointed.

10Foradayinthy courtsisbetter thanathousand.IhadratherbeadoorkeeperinthehouseofmyGodH430, Thantodwellinthetentsofwickedness.

11ForJehovahGodH430isasunandashield: Jehovahwillgive graceandglory; NogoodH2896thingwillhewithholdfromthemthatwalk uprightly.

12OJehovahofhosts, Blessedisthemanthattrustethinthee.

American Standard Version — 1901 — Public Domain