Coverdale(i) 1 O how amiable are yi dwelliges, thou LORDE of hoostes? 2 My soule hath a desyre & loginge for ye courte of ye LORDE, my hert & my flesh reioyse in ye lyuynge God. 3 For the sparow hath founde hir an house, & the swalowe a nest, where she maye laye hir yoge: eue yi aulters O LORDE of hoostes, my kynge & my God. 4 O how blessed are they that dwell in thy house, they are allwaye praysinge ye. 5 Blessed are ye men whose stregth is in ye, in whose herte are yt wayes. 6 Which goinge thorow the vale of mysery, vse it for a well, and the poles are fylled with water. 7 They go from strength to strength and so the God of Gods apeareth vnto the in Sion. 8 O LORDE God of hoostes, heare my prayer: herken o God of Iacob. 9 Beholde o God oure defence, loke vpon the face of thyne anoynted. 10 For one daye in thy courte is better then a thousande: 11 I had rather be a dore keper in the house of my God, then to dwell in the tentes of the vngodly. 12 For the LORDE God is a light and defence, the LORDE wil geue grace & worshipe, and no good thinge shal he witholde from them, that lyue a godly life. O LORDE God of hoostes, blessed is the man, yt putteth his trust in the.