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[1] For the Leader; upon the Gittith. A Psalm of the sons of Korah.
[2] How lovely are Thy tabernacles, O 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇 of hosts!
[3] My soul yearneth, yea, even pineth for the courts of 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇; my heart and my flesh sing for joy unto the living God.
[4] Yea, the sparrow hath found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young; Thine altars, O 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇 of hosts, my King, and my God—.
[5] Happy are they that dwell in Thy house, they are ever praising Thee. Selah
[6] Happy is the man whose strength is in Thee; in whose heart are the highways.
[7] Passing through the valley of Baca they make it a place of springs; yea, the early rain clotheth it with blessings.
[8] They go from strength to strength, every one of them appeareth before God in Zion.
[9] O 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇 God of hosts, hear my prayer; give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah
[10] Behold, O God our shield, and look upon the face of Thine anointed.
[11] For a day in Thy courts is better than a thousand; I had rather stand at the threshold of the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
[12] For 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇 God is a sun and a shield; 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇 giveth grace and glory; no good thing will He withhold from them that walk uprightly.
[13] O 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇 of hosts, happy is the man that trusteth in Thee.
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