83 Unto the end, for the winepresses, a psalm for the sons of Core.

² How lovely are thy tabernacles, O Lord of host!

³ My soul longeth and fainteth for the courts of the Lord. My heart and my flesh have rejoiced in the living God.

⁴ For the sparrow hath found herself a house, and the turtle a nest for herself where she may lay her young ones: Thy altars, O Lord of hosts, my king and my God.

⁵ Blessed are they that dwell in thy house, O Lord: they shall praise thee for ever and ever.

⁸ For the lawgiver shall give a blessing, they shall go from virtue to virtue: the God of gods shall be seen in Sion.

⁹ O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer: give ear, O God of Jacob.

¹³ He will not deprive of good things them that walk in innocence: O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man that trusteth in thee.