LXX2012(i)
1 (84) For the end, a Psalm for the sons of Core, concerning the wine presses. How amiable are your tabernacles, O Lord of hosts!
2 My soul longs, and faints for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh have exulted in the living god.
3 Yes, the sparrow has found himself a home, and the turtle-dove a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, [even] your altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.