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.
5 Blessed are those who dwell in your house, O Lord.They will praise you from age to age.
6 Blessed is the man whose help is from you.In his heart, he is disposed to ascend
7 from the valley of tears,from the place which he has determined.