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My soul longs, yes, even faints
    for the courts of the Lord;
my heart and my body cry out
    for the living God.

Yes, the sparrow has found a home
    and the swallow a nest for herself,
    where she may lay her young,
even at Your altars,
    O Lord of Hosts, my King and my God.
Blessed are those who dwell in Your house;
    they continually praise You. Selah

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