³ My soul yearns and pines
    for the courts of the Lord.^(A)
My heart and flesh cry out
    for the living God.

^4 [a]As the sparrow finds a home
    and the swallow a nest to settle her young,
My home is by your altars,
    Lord of hosts, my king and my God!^(A)

⁵ Blessed are those who dwell in your house!
    They never cease to praise you.
Selah

⁶ Blessed the man who finds refuge in you,
    in their hearts are pilgrim roads.

⁸ They will go from strength to strength^[a]
    and see the God of gods on Zion.

¹¹ Better one day in your courts
    than a thousand elsewhere.
Better the threshold of the house of my God
    than a home in the tents of the wicked.