JuliaSmith(i)
1 To the overseer upon the stringed instrument: to the sons of Korah, a chanting. How beloved are thy tents, O Jehovah of armies!
2 My soul longed after, and also failed for the enclosures of Jehovah: my heart and my flesh will rejoice for the living God.
3 Also the sparrow found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself where she put her young brood, thine altars, O Jehovah of armies, my King and my God.
4 Happy they dwelling in thy house; they shall yet praise thee. Silence.
5 Happy the man strength to him in thee; the raised ways in their heart;
6 Passing through in the valley of Baca they will set it a fountain; also the early rain will cover the ponds.
7 They will go from strength to strength, being seen in Zion to God.
8 O Jehovah God of armies, hear my prayer: give ear, O God of Jacob. Silence.
9 See, O God our shield, and behold the face of thy Messiah.
10 For good a day in thine enclosures above a thousand. I chose to wait on the threshold in the house of my God, rather than to dwell in the tents of injustice.
11 For Jehovah God a sun and shield: Jehovah will give grace and glory; he will not withhold good to those going uprightly.
12 O Jehovah of armies, happy the man trusting in thee.