Psalm 84 Monday Morning 3
How lovely is your dwelling, * Yahweh of Armies!
My soul longs and yearns aloud, * Yahweh, for your court! * My heart and flesh cry out.
God, O living God, * even the sparrow has found a home,
and the swallow acquired a nest * where she may put her young,
Yahweh of Armies, * my King and my God!
Happy are they who ever dwell in your house, * and near your altars sing your praise!
Happy the man whose refuge is in you; * from his heart come praises of you!
May God cause brooks to flow in the valley, * and turn it into a spring.
With a crash may the Raingiver * cover it with pools!
They proceed from village to village * to see the God of gods in Zion.
Yahweh, God of Armies, * hear my prayer; * listen, God of Jacob!
Look with favor on our sovereign, God; * look on the face of your anointed.
How much better is one day in your court * than a thousand in the Grave,
to stand in the doorway of your house, my God, * than to live in the Tent of the Wicked One.
Truly our Sun and Master, * Yahweh God * bestows favors and honors.
Yahweh will not withhold his rain * from those who walk with integrity.
Yahweh of Armies, * happy the man who trusts in you!