Do Not Go Up or Fight, O Lord of Hosts

Psalm 84, the joy of worship in the temple, to the choir master according to the Gittith, is Psalm of the sons of Quora. How lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord of hosts. My soul longs, yes, faints for the courts of the Lord. My heart and my flesh sing for joy to the living God. Even the sparrow finds a home and the swallow a nest for herself,. where she may lay her young. The early rain also covers it with pools. As they go through the valley of Baca, they make it a place of springs. They go from strength to strength, the God of gods will be seen in