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Psalm 84:3 - Tree of Life Version

3 My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of Adonai. My heart and my flesh sing for joy to the living God.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, Even thine altars, O LORD of hosts, my King, and my God.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 Yes, the sparrow has found a house, 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.

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 Yea, the sparrow hath found her a house, And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, Even thine altars, O Jehovah of hosts, My King, and my God.

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Common English Bible

3 Yes, the sparrow too has found a home there; the swallow has found herself a nest where she can lay her young beside your altars, LORD of heavenly forces, my king, my God!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 You have released the iniquity of your people. You have covered all their sins.

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Psalm 84:3
10 Tagairtí Cros  

But the king said to Zadok, “Return the ark of God to the city. If I find favor in Adonai’s eyes, He will bring me back, and let me see it and His dwelling.


Return to your rest, my soul, for Adonai has been good to you.


My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When will I come and appear before God?


Then I will come to the altar of God, to the God of my exceeding joy, and praise You upon the harp —O God, my God.


Hear my words, Adonai, consider my groaning.


A prayer of Moses the man of God. My Lord, You have been our dwelling from generation to generation.


He who dwells in the shelter of Elyon, will abide in the shadow of Shaddai.


speak to the house of Israel, thus says Adonai Elohim: ‘Behold, I will profane My Sanctuary, the pride of your might, the desire of your eyes and the longing of your soul. Your sons and your daughters that you have left behind will fall by the sword.


“O Jerusalem, Jerusalem who kills the prophets and stones those sent to her! How often I longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing!


Yeshua tells him, “Foxes have dens and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head.”


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