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To the Chief Musician. On an instrument of Gath. A Psalm of the sons of Korah. How lovely is Your tabernacle, O Lord of hosts!
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My soul longs, yes, even faints For the courts of the Lord; My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
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Even the sparrow has found a home, And the swallow a nest for herself, Where she may lay her young-- Even Your altars, O Lord of hosts, My King and my God.
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Blessed are those who dwell in Your house; They will still be praising You. Selah
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Blessed is the man whose strength is in You, Whose heart is set on pilgrimage.
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As they pass through the Valley of Baca, They make it a spring; The rain also covers it with pools.
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They go from strength to strength; Each one appears before God in Zion.
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O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer; Give ear, O God of Jacob! Selah
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O God, behold our shield, And look upon the face of Your anointed.
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For a day in Your courts is better than a thousand. I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God Than dwell in the tents of wickedness.