1 Unto the end. For the wine and oil presses. A Psalm to the sons of Korah.
2 How beloved are your 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 For even the sparrow has found a home for himself,and the turtle-dove a nest for herself, where she may lay her young:your altars, O Lord of hosts, my king and my God.