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| 1 [[To the Chief Musician. On "the Gittith." For the Sons of Korah. A Melody.]] How lovely are thy habitations, O Yahweh of hosts! |
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| 2 My soul, longeth–yea even languisheth–for the courts of Yahweh,–My heart and my flesh, shout aloud for a Living GOD. |
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| 3 Even the sparrow, hath found a home, And, the swallow, a nest for herself, where she hath laid her young, Thine altars, O Yahweh of hosts, My king and my God! |
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| 4 How happy are they who abide in thy house,–Still are they praising thee. [Selah.] |
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| 5 How happy the men whose strength is in thee, Festive processions are in their heart. |
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| 6 Passing through the balsam-vale, A place of fountains, they make it, Yea, with blessings, is it covered by the early rain. |
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| 7 They go from strength to strength, Each one appeareth before God in Zion. |
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| 8 O Yahweh, God of hosts, hear thou my prayer,–Give hear, thou God of Jacob. [Selah.] |
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| 9 Our Shield, behold thou, O God, And look upon the face of thine Anointed One. |
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| 10 For better is a day in thy courts, than a thousand, I choose rather to stand at the threshold in the house of my God, Than to dwell in the tents of lawlessness. |
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| 11 For, a sun and shield, is Yahweh God,–Grace and glory, will Yahweh give, He will not withhold what is good, from them who walk without blame. |
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| 12 O Yahweh of hosts! How happy the man who trusteth in thee! |
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