Psalm 84

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How lovely is your dwelling place,
LORD Almighty
My soul yearns, even faints,
for the courts of the LORD;
my heart and my flesh cry out
for the living God.
Even the sparrow has found a home,
and the swallow a nest for herself,
where she may have her young—
a place near your altar,
LORD Almighty, my King and my God.
Blessed are those who dwell in your house;
they are ever praising you.

Blessed are those whose strength is in you,
whose hearts are set on pilgrimage.
As they pass through the Valley of Baka,
they make it a place of springs;
the autumn rains also cover it with pools.
They go from strength to strength,
till each appears before God in Zion.

Hear my prayer, LORD God Almighty;
listen to me, God of Jacob.
Look on our shield, O God;
look with favour on your anointed one.

Better is one day in your courts
than a thousand elsewhere;
I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God
than dwell in the tents of the wicked.
For the LORD God is a sun and shield;
the LORD bestows favour and honour;
no good thing does he withhold
from those whose walk is blameless.

LORD Almighty,
blessed is the one who trusts in you.

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10 thoughts on “Psalm 84”

  1. it was less than 12 hours since my mum had died, and that is just how I felt,” it will be O.K. if I can just go to the house of the Lord”….. and it was, I could feel his arms around me as I began to Praise God for my mums full long life of service for him! THANKS JONIE very precious sunday it was!!!

  2. Wonderful Psalm this is for all kinds of times His reassurance that everything is and will be fine. Bless you Jonie thanks

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