R.) How great is your dwelling place, Lord, God of hosts.
My soul is longing and yearning, is yearning for the courts of the Lord. My heart and my soul ring out their joy to God, the living God. (R.)
The sparrow herself finds a home and the swallow a nest for her brood; she lays her young by your altars, Lord of hosts, my king and my God. (R.)
They are happy, who dwell in your house, for ever singing your praise. They are happy, whose strength is in you, they walk with ever growing strength. (R.)
One day within your courts is better than a thousand elsewhere. The threshold of the house of God I prefer to the dwellings of the wicked. (R.)