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How lovely are your dwellings, Lord of hosts!
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My soul longs, and even faints for the courts of the Lord. My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
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Yes, the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young, near your altars, Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
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Blessed are those who dwell in your house. They are always praising you. Selah.
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Blessed are those whose strength is in you; who have set their hearts on a pilgrimage.
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Passing through the valley of Weeping, they make it a place of springs. Yes, the autumn rain covers it with blessings.
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They go from strength to strength. Everyone of them appears before God in Zion.
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Lord, God of Hosts, hear my prayer. Listen, God of Jacob. Selah.
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Behold, God our shield, look at the face of your anointed.
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For a day in your courts is better than a thousand. I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
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For the Lord God is a sun and a shield. The Lord will give grace and glory. He withholds no good thing from those who walk blamelessly.
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Lord of hosts, blessed is the man who trusts in you.