Psalms 84
To the chief Musician upon Gittith, A Psalm for the sons of Korah.
1How amiable <add>are</add> thy tabernacles, O LORD of hosts!2My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the LORD: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.
3Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, <add>even</add> thine altars, O LORD of hosts, my King, and my God.
4Blessed <add>are</add> they that dwell in thy house: they will be still praising thee. Selah.
5Blessed <add>is</add> the man whose strength <add>is</add> in thee; in whose heart <add>are</add> the ways <add>of them</add>.
6<add>Who</add> passing through the valley of Baca make it a well; the rain also filleth the pools.
7They go from strength to strength, <add>every one of them</add> in Zion appeareth before God.
8O LORD God of hosts, hear my prayer: give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah.
9Behold, O God our shield, and look upon the face of thine anointed.
10For a day in thy courts <add>is</add> better than a thousand. I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
11For the LORD God <add>is</add> a sun and shield: the LORD will give grace and glory: no good <add>thing</add> will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.
12O LORD of hosts, blessed <add>is</add> the man that trusteth in thee.