How lovely are Your dwellings, Lord of Armies!
My soul longs, and even faints for Your courts.
My heart and my flesh cry out for You, living God.
No place is safer than where Your altars stand, Lord of Armies.
Every living thing would love to make their home near Your altars;
For what better place is there to have rest and raise their young?
My King and My God, how blessed are those who dwell in Your house;
They cannot help but continually praise You – from dawn to dawn.
And how blessed are those whose strength is in You,
Who have set their hearts on a pilgrimage to find You.
When they pass through the valley of Weeping,
They turn it into a place of rejoicing;
It becomes a place of freshness and hope.
Since You never fail, they can only grow from strength to strength.
Every one of them is welcome before You in Your Holy abode.
Lord, God of Armies, hear my prayer as I cry to You.
Listen, God of Jacob, my God and my King.
Look at the face of Your anointed, my God who preserves me.
A day in Your presence, enjoying Your favour,
Is better than a thousand elsewhere.
I would rather be a doorkeeper in Your house,
Than be the guest of honour in a castle devoid of Your presence.
For You, Lord God, are a sun and a shield.
You will give grace and glory. and reward all my labours.
You withhold no good thing from those who walk blamelessly.
Oh, Lord of Armies, how blessed are they who trust in You.
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