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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 look up. For thou art not a God lov’st wickedness:
neither shall evil with thee dwell. 5 Vain glor’ous 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 abhorr’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.