- [To the chiefe musition vpon Gittith,
a psalme of the sonnes of Corach.]
- 1
- O how amiable are thy dwellinges: thou God of hoastes?
- 2
- My soule hath a desire and a longing to enter into the courtes of God: my heart and my flesh leapeth with ioy for to go to the liuing Lorde.
- 3
- Yea the sparowe hath founde her an house, and the swallowe a nest: where she may lay her young: euen thy aulters O God of hoastes, my king & my Lord.
- 4
- Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: they wyll be alway praysyng thee.
Selah.
- 5
- Blessed is that man whose strength is in thee: [thy] wayes are in their heart.
- 6
- They iourneying through the vale of teares: (yea when euery cesterne [at their name] is filled with water) do accept it for a [fayre pleasaunt] well.
- 7
- They wyl set forward from a stoute courage to a stoute courage: that the God of Gods may be seene of them in Sion.
- 8
- O God Lorde of hoastes heare my prayer: geue eare O God of Iacob.
Selah.
- 9
- Beholde O Lorde our shielde: and loke vpon the face of thyne annointed.
- 10
- For one day in thy courtes, is better then a thousande [els where]: I had rather be a doore keper in the house of my God, then to dwell in [large] tabernacles of vngodlynes.
- 11
- For God the Lorde is a sunne and a shielde: God geueth grace and worship, he withholdeth no good thyng from them that liue in any perfection.
- 12
- O God of hoastes: blessed is the man that putteth his trust in thee.
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