To the chief singer, on harp. A psalm for the sons of Qoraḥ.
1 How lovely are Your Mishkanoth,
O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 of hosts!
2 My being has longed, and even fainted,
For the courts of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄;
My heart and my flesh cry out for the living Ĕl.
3 Even the sparrow has found a home,
And the swallow a nest for herself,
Where she has put her young ones –
Your altars, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 of hosts,
My Sovereign and my Elohim.
4 Baruḵ are those who dwell in Your House,
They are ever praising You. Selah.
5 Baruḵ is the man whose strength is in You,
Highways are in their heart.
6 Passing through the valley of weeping,
They make it a fountain;
The Teacher also covers it with bireḵoth.
7 They go from strength to strength,
Appearing before Elohim in Tsiyon.
8 O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 Elohim of hosts, hear my prayer;
Give ear, O Elohim of Ya’aqoḇ! Selah.
9 O Elohim, see our shield,
And look upon the face of Your anointed.
10 For a day in Your courts
Is better than a thousand.
I have chosen rather to be a door-keeper
In the House of my Elohim,
Than to dwell in the tents of the wicked.
11 For 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 Elohim is a brilliance and a shield;
𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 gives favour and esteem;
He withholds no goodness
From those who walk blamelessly.
12 O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 of hosts Baruḵ is the man who trusts in You!