To the chief Musician upon Nehiloth, a Psalm of David.
1 Hear thou my words and understand
my meditation, Jehovah.
2 My King, my God, attend the voice
of my cry: for to thee I pray.
3 At morn, Jehovah, thou shalt hear
my voice; to thee I will address
4 at morn I will looked up. For thou
art not a God lov’st wickedness:
neither shall evil with thee dwell.
5 Vain glorious fools before thine eyes
shall never stand: for thou hatest
all them that work iniquities.
6 Thou wilt bring to destruction
the speakers of lying-falsehood,
the Lord will make to be abhor’d
the man deceitful and of blood.
7 But I will come into thine house
in multitude of thy mercy:
and will in fear of thee bow down,
in temple of thy sanctity.
8 Lead me forth in thy righteousness
because of mine observing spies;
O Jehovah, do thou thy ways
make straight and plain before mine eyes
9 For there no truth is in his mouth;
their inward part iniquities;
their throat an open sepulchre;
their tongue is bent to flatteries.
10 O God, make thou them desolate;
from their own plots let them fall far;
cast them out in their heaps of sins;
for they against thee rebels are.
11 And all that trust in thee shall joy
and shout for joy eternally,
and thou shalt them protect: and they
that love thy name shall joy in thee.
12 For thou, Jehovah, wilt bestow
a blessing on the righteous one;
and wilt him crown as with a shield
with gracious acceptation.