1 To the chiefe musition vpon Gittith, a psalme of the sonnes of Corach. O how amiable are thy dwellinges: thou God of hoastes? VP
2 My soule hath a desire and a longing to enter into the courtes of God: my heart and my flesh leapeth with ioy for to go to the liuing Lorde. VP
3 Yea the sparowe hath founde her an house, and the swallowe a nest: where she may lay her young: euen thy aulters O God of hoastes, my king & my Lord. VP
4 Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: they wyll be alway praysyng thee. Selah. VP
5 Blessed is that man whose strength is in thee: thy wayes are in their heart. VP
6 They iourneying through the vale of teares: (yea when euery cesterne at their name is filled with water) do accept it for a fayre pleasaunt well. VP
7 They wyl set forward from a stoute courage to a stoute courage: that the God of Gods may be seene of them in Sion. VP
8 O God Lorde of hoastes heare my prayer: geue eare O God of Iacob. Selah. VP
9 Beholde O Lorde our shielde: and loke vpon the face of thyne annointed. VP
10 For one day in thy courtes, is better then a thousande els where: I had rather be a doore keper in the house of my God, then to dwell in large tabernacles of vngodlynes. VP
11 For God the Lorde is a sunne and a shielde: God geueth grace and worship, he withholdeth no good thyng from them that liue in any perfection. VP
12 O God of hoastes: blessed is the man that putteth his trust in thee. VP