Psalms 84:10
Look upon our shield, O God; look upon the face of your Anointed!
As they pass through the Valley, they make it a place of springs, the early rain covers it with blessings.
Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest where she may lay her young, at your altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God!
My soul yearns; pines, for the courts of the Lord. My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
How Delightful Is Your Dwelling Place, Lord! How lovely are your rooms, O Lord of hosts!