2My soul longs, and even faints for the courts of Yahweh. My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
3Yes, the sparrow has found a home, And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young, Near your altars, Yahweh of Hosts, My King, and my God.
4Blessed are those who dwell in your house. They are always praising you. Selah.
5Blessed is the man whose strength is in you; Who have set their hearts on a pilgrimage.
6Passing through the valley of Weeping, they make it a place of springs. Yes, the autumn rain covers it with blessings.
7They go from strength to strength. Everyone of them appears before God in Zion.
