| Chapter 83 |
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Unto the end, for the winepresses, a psalm for the sons of Core. |
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How lovely are thy tabernacles, O Lord of host! |
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my soul longeth and fainteth for the courts of the Lord. My heart and my flesh have rejoiced in the living God. |
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For 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. |
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Blessed are they that dwell in thy house, O Lord: they shall praise thee for ever and ever. |
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Blessed is the man whose help is from thee: in his heart he hath disposed to ascend by steps, |
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in the vale of tears, in the place which be hath set. |
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For the lawgiver shall give a blessing, they shall go from virtue to virtue: the God of gods shall be seen in Sion. |
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O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer: give ear, O God of Jacob. |
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Behold, O God our protector: and look on the face of thy Christ. |
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For 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. |
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For God loveth mercy and truth: the Lord will give grace and glory. |
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He will not deprive of good things them that walk in innocence : O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man that trusteth in thee. |