To the chief Musician, upon Nehiloth, A Psalm of David.
^1Give ear unto my words, O Lord,
my meditation weigh.
^2Hear my loud cry, my King, my God;
for I to thee will pray.
^3Lord, thou shalt early hear my voice:
I early will direct
My pray'r to thee; and, looking up,
an answer will expect.
^4For thou art not a God that doth
in wickedness delight;
Neither shall evil dwell with thee,
^5Nor fools stand in thy sight.
All that ill-doers are thou hat'st;
^6Cutt'st off that liars be:
The bloody and deceitful man
abhorred is by thee.
^7But I into thy house will come
in thine abundant grace;
And I will worship in thy fear
toward thy holy place.
^8Because of those mine enemies,
Lord, in thy righteousness
Do thou me lead; do thou thy way
make straight before my face.
^9For in their mouth there is no truth,
their inward part is ill;
Their throat's an open sepulchre,
their tongue doth flatter still.
^10O God, destroy them; let them be
by their own counsel quell'd:
Them for their many sins cast out,
for they gainst thee rebell'd.
^11But let all joy that trust in thee,
and still make shouting noise;
For them thou sav'st; let all that love
thy name in thee rejoice.
^12For, Lord, unto the righteous man
thou wilt thy blessing yield:
With favour thou wilt compass him
about, as with a shield.