1To the Chief Musician. On "the Gittith." For the Sons of Korah. A Melody. 2My soul, longeth—yea even languisheth—for the courts of Yahweh,—My heart and my flesh, shout aloud for a Living GOD. 3Even the sparrow, hath found a home, And, the swallow, a nest for herself, where she hath laid her young, Thine altars, O Yahweh of hosts, My king and my God! 4How happy are they who abide in thy house,—Still are they praising thee. *[*Selah.*]* 5How happy the men whose strength is in thee, Festive processions are in their heart. 6Passing through the balsam-vale, A place of fountains, they make it, Yea, with blessings, is it covered by the early rain. 7They go from strength to strength, Each one appeareth before God in Zion. 8 O Yahweh, God of hosts, hear thou my prayer,—Give hear, thou God of Jacob. *[*Selah.*]* 9Our Shield, behold thou, O God, And look upon the face of thine Anointed One. 10For better is a day in thy courts, than a thousand, I choose rather to stand at the threshold in the house of my God, Than to dwell in the tents of lawlessness. 11For, a sun and shield, is Yahweh God,—Grace and glory, will Yahweh give, He will not withhold what is good, from them who walk without blame. 12O Yahweh of hosts! How happy the man who trusteth in thee!