2 ^aMy soul longs, yes, even faints
For the courts of the Lord;
My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God. ‡

3 Even the sparrow has found a home,
And the swallow a nest for herself,
Where she may lay her young—
Even Your altars, O Lord of hosts,
My King and my God.

5 Blessed is the man whose strength is in You,
Whose heart is set on pilgrimage.

6 As they pass through the Valley ^aof Baca,
They make it a spring;
The rain also covers it with¹ pools. ‡