How lovely are Thy tabernacles,
O Lord of hosts!
My soul yearneth, yea, even pineth for
the courts of the Lord;
My heart and my flesh sing for joy
unto the living God.
Yea, the sparrow hath found a house,
and the swallow a nest for herself,
Where she may lay her young;
Thine altars, O Lord of hosts,
My King, and my God —
Happy are they that dwell in Thy
house,
They are ever praising Thee. Selah.