Psalm 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 longeth, and fainteth for the courts of the Lord:
my heart and my flesh have exulted in the living God.
4 Yea, the sparrow hath 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.
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6 Blessed is the man whose help is of thee, O Lord;
in his heart he hath purposed to go up
7 the valley of weeping, to the place which he hath appointed,
for there the lawgiver 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.
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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 loveth 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 trusteth in thee.