To the choirmaster: for the flutes. A Psalm of David.
1Give ear to my words, O Yahweh;
give heed to my groaning. 2Hearken to the sound of my cry, my King and my God,
for to you do I pray. 3 O Yahweh, in the morning you hear my voice;
in the morning I prepare a sacrifice for you, and watch. 4For you are not a God who delights in wickedness;
evil may not sojourn with you. 5The boastful may not stand before your eyes;
you hate all evildoers. 6You destroy those who speak lies;
Yahweh abhors bloodthirsty and deceitful men. 7But I through the abundance of your steadfast love will enter your house,
I will worship toward your holy temple in the fear of you. 8Lead me, O Yahweh, in your righteousness because of my enemies;
make your way straight before me. 9For there is no truth in their mouth;
their heart is destruction,
their throat is an open sepulchre,
they flatter with their tongue. 10Make them bear their guilt, O God;
let them fall by their own counsels;
because of their many transgressions cast them out,
for they have rebelled against you. 11But let all who take refuge in you rejoice,
let them ever sing for joy;
and you defend them,
that those who love your name may exult in you. 12But you bless the righteous, O Yahweh;
you cover him with favour as with a shield.