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My soul longs, and even faints for the courts of Yahweh.
    My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
Yes, the sparrow has found a home,
    and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young,
    near your altars, Yahweh of Armies, my King, and my God.
Blessed are those who dwell in your house.
    They are always praising you. Selah.

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