To the choirmaster: for the flutes. A Psalm of David.

Give ear to my words, O Lord;
give heed to my groaning.
Hearken to the sound of my cry,
    my King and my God,
    for to thee do I pray.
O Lord, in the morning thou dost hear my voice;
    in the morning I prepare a sacrifice for thee, and watch.

For thou art not a God who delights in wickedness;
    evil may not sojourn with thee.
The boastful may not stand before thy eyes;
    thou hatest all evildoers.
Thou destroyest those who speak lies;
    the Lord abhors bloodthirsty and deceitful men.

But I through the abundance of thy steadfast love
    will enter thy house,
I will worship toward thy holy temple
    in the fear of thee.
Lead me, O Lord, in thy righteousness
    because of my enemies;
    make thy way straight before me.

For there is no truth in their mouth;
    their heart is destruction,
their throat is an open sepulchre,
    they flatter with their tongue.
Make 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 thee.

But let all who take refuge in thee rejoice,
    let them ever sing for joy;
and do thou defend them,
    that those who love thy name may exult in thee.
For thou dost bless the righteous, O Lord;
    thou dost cover him with favor as with a shield.