To the Chief Musician. On[a] an instrument of Gath. A Psalm of the sons of Korah.
1 How lovely [b]is Your tabernacle,
O Lord of hosts!
For the courts of the Lord;
My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
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.
They will still be praising You. Selah
Whose heart is set on pilgrimage.
They make it a spring;
The rain also covers it with [d]pools.
[e]Each one appears before God in Zion.
Give ear, O God of Jacob! Selah
And look upon the face of Your [f]anointed.
I would rather [g]be a doorkeeper in the house of my God
Than dwell in the tents of wickedness.
The Lord will give grace and glory;
No good thing will He withhold
From those who walk uprightly.
Blessed is the man who trusts in You!