Psalmen 84

1Unto the end, for the winepresses, a psalm for the sons of Core.

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

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

4For 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.

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

6Blessed is the man whose help is from thee: in his heart he hath disposed to ascend by steps,

7In the vale of tears, in the place which be hath set.

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

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

10Behold, O God our protector: and look on the face of thy Christ.

11For better is one day in thy courts above thousands. I have chosen to be an abject in the house of my God, rather than to dwell in the tabernacles of sinners.

12For God loveth mercy and truth: the Lord will give grace and glory.

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

1In finem, pro torcularibus filiis Core. Psalmus.

2[Quam dilecta tabernacula tua, Domine virtutum !

3Concupiscit, et deficit anima mea in atria Domini; cor meum et caro mea exsultaverunt in Deum vivum.

4Etenim passer invenit sibi domum, et turtur nidum sibi, ubi ponat pullos suos: altaria tua, Domine virtutum, rex meus, et Deus meus.

5Beati qui habitant in domo tua, Domine; in sæcula sæculorum laudabunt te.

6Beatus vir cujus est auxilium abs te: ascensiones in corde suo disposuit,

7in valle lacrimarum, in loco quem posuit.

8Etenim benedictionem dabit legislator; ibunt de virtute in virtutem: videbitur Deus deorum in Sion.

9Domine Deus virtutum, exaudi orationem meam; auribus percipe, Deus Jacob.

10Protector noster, aspice, Deus, et respice in faciem christi tui.

11Quia melior est dies una in atriis tuis super millia; elegi abjectus esse in domo Dei mei magis quam habitare in tabernaculis peccatorum.

12Quia misericordiam et veritatem diligit Deus: gratiam et gloriam dabit Dominus.

13Non privabit bonis eos qui ambulant in innocentia: Domine virtutum, beatus homo qui sperat in te.]

1Unto the end. For the wine and oil presses. A Psalm to the sons of Korah.

2How beloved are your tabernacles, O Lord of hosts!

3My soul longs and faints for the courts of the Lord. My heart and my flesh have exulted in the living God.

4For even the sparrow has found a home for himself, and the turtle-dove a nest for herself, where she may lay her young: your altars, O Lord of hosts, my king and my God.

5Blessed are those who dwell in your house, O Lord. They will praise you from age to age.

6Blessed is the man whose help is from you. In his heart, he is disposed to ascend

7from the valley of tears, from the place which he has determined.

8For even the lawgiver will provide a blessing; they will go from virtue to virtue. The God of gods will be seen in Zion.

9O Lord, God of hosts, hear my prayer. Pay attention, O God of Jacob.

10O God, gaze upon our protector, and look upon the face of your Christ.

11For one day in your courts is better than thousands elsewhere. I have chosen to be lowly in the house of my God, rather than to dwell in the tabernacles of sinners.

12For God loves mercy and truth. The Lord will give grace and glory.

13He will not withhold good things from those who walk in innocence. O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man who hopes in you.