Psalms 83
1 For the end, a Psalm for the sons of
Core, concerning the wine-presses.
2 How amiable are thy tabernacles, O
Lord of hosts! 3 My soul longs, and
faints for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh have exulted in the
living God. 4 Yea, the sparrow has
found himself a home, and the turtle-dove a nest for herself, where she may
lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my
King, and my God.
5 Blessed are they that dwell in thy
house: they will praise thee evermore. Pause.
6 Blessed is the man whose help is of
thee, O Lord; in his heart he has purposed to go up
7 the valley of weeping, to the place
which he has appointed, for there the law-giver will
grant blessings. 8 They shall go from
strength to strength: the God of gods shall be seen in Sion.
9 O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer:
hearken, O God of Jacob. Pause.
10 Behold, O God our defender, and
look upon the face of thine anointed.
11 For one day in thy courts is
better than thousands. I would rather be an abject in the house of God, than
dwell in the tents of sinners. 12 For
the Lord loves mercy and truth: God will give grace and glory: the Lord will
not withhold good things from them that walk in innocence.
13 O Lord of hosts, blessed is the
man that trusts in thee.