How lovely are Your dwelling places, Lord of hosts, my heart and body sing. Even sparrows find a home beside You, And the swallow builds beneath Your wing. Better is one day within Your courts Than a thousand anywhere away. I would rather stand beside Your doorway Than inhabit tents where evil stays. Blessed are the ones whose strength is in You, Whose heart is set upon the pilgrim road. Passing through the valley, they make springs there; Rain covers the ground with blessing. They go forward, strength to greater strength, Till each one before God appears. You are sun and shield, withholding no good thing From the ones who walk uprightly. Lord of hosts, how blessed is the person Who places all their trust in You.