Psalms - Chapter 83

Passage

To the end, for the winepresses, a psalm for the sons of Core. How lovely are your tabernacles, O Lord of hosts! my soul longs and faints for the courts of the Lord. My heart and my flesh have rejoiced in the living God. For the sparrow has found herself a house, and the turtle a nest for herself where she may lay her young ones: Your altars, O Lord of hosts, my king and my God. Blessed are they that dwell in your house, O Lord: they shall praise you for ever and ever. Blessed is the man whose help is from you: in his heart he has disposed to ascend by steps, In the vale of tears, in the place which he has set. For the lawgiver shall give a blessing, they shall go from virtue to virtue: the God of gods shall be seen in Sion. O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer: give ear, O God of Jacob. Behold, O God our protector: and look on the face of your Christ. For better is one day in your courts above thousands. I have chosen to be an abject in the house of my God, rather than to dwell in the tabernacles of sinners. For God loves mercy and truth: the Lord will give grace and glory. He will not deprive of good things them that walk in innocence: O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man that trusts in you.