How lovely are Your tabernacles, Adonai-Tzva’ot!
My soul longs for You at night, yes, my spirit within me seeks You. For when Your judgments are in the earth, the inhabitants of the world learn righteousness.
My soul faints with longing for Your salvation, but I still hope in Your word.
I spread forth my hands to You. My soul longs for You as a parched land. Selah
My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
My soul is crushed with longing for Your judgments at all times.
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you, if you should find my lover, what will you tell him? That I am sick from love!
If only I knew where to find Him; if only I could go to His dwelling.
As fire kindles brushwood, as fire causes water to boil, make Your Name known to Your foes, so the nations may tremble before You!
How lovely are your tents, O Jacob, and your dwellings, O Israel!
