Happy are they who dwell in Your house,
They will always be praising You.
Happy are those whose strength is found in You;
Whose hearts are set on the pilgrim's way.
Those who dwell in the desolate valley
Shall find it a place of springs;
For the early rains have covered it with pools of water.
They shall climb from height to height,
And the God of gods shall reveal Himself in Zion.
Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer;
Hearken, O God of Jacob.
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