Psalm 83
For the End, concerning the winepresses; a psalm for the sons of Korah.
How beloved are Your dwellings, O Lord of hosts.
My soul longs and faints for the courts of the Lord; My heart and my flesh greatly rejoice in the living God.
For even the sparrow found a house for herself, And the turtledove a nest for herself, where she will lay her young, Your altars, O Lord of hosts, My King and my God.
Blessed are those who dwell in Your house; They shall praise You unto ages of ages. (pause)
Blessed is the man whose help is from You, O Lord; He purposed ascents in his heart
In the valley of weeping, into the place he appointed; For there the lawgiver shall give blessings.
They shall go from strength to strength; The God of gods shall be seen in Zion.
O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer; Give ear, O God of Jacob. (pause)
O God, our protector, behold, And look upon the face of Your anointed.
For one day in Your courts is better than a thousand; I chose to be an outcast in the house of my God, Rather than to dwell in the tents of sinners.
For the Lord God loves mercy and truth; He will give grace and glory; The Lord’s hand will not remove good things from those who walk in innocence.
O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man who hopes in You.