I love the house where you live, O LORD, the place where your glory dwells.

My devotion to your Temple burns in me like a fire; the insults which are hurled at you fall on me.

How I love your Temple, LORD Almighty!

How I want to be there! I long to be in the LORD's Temple. With my whole being I sing for joy to the living God.

One day spent in your Temple is better than a thousand anywhere else; I would rather stand at the gate of the house of my God than live in the homes of the wicked.

Over and above all this that I have provided, I have given silver and gold from my personal property because of my love for God's Temple.

His disciples remembered that the scripture says, "My devotion to your house, O God, burns in me like a fire."

You will rise and take pity on Zion; the time has come to have mercy on her; this is the right time.

Your servants love her, even though she is destroyed; they have pity on her, even though she is in ruins.

May I never be able to play the harp again if I forget you, Jerusalem!

May I never be able to sing again if I do not remember you, if I do not think of you as my greatest joy!

But Sanballat, from the town of Beth Horon, and Tobiah, an official in the province of Ammon, heard that someone had come to work for the good of the people of Israel, and they were highly indignant.

Remember, my God, all these things that I have done for your Temple and its worship.