¹ [For the choirmaster For flutes Psalm Of David] Give ear to my words, Yahweh, spare a thought for my sighing.

² Listen to my cry for help, my King and my God! To you I pray,

³ Yahweh. At daybreak you hear my voice; at daybreak I lay my case before you and fix my eyes on you.

⁴ You are not a God who takes pleasure in evil, no sinner can be your guest.

⁵ Boasters cannot stand their ground under your gaze. You hate evil-doers,

⁶ liars you destroy; the violent and deceitful Yahweh detests.

⁷ But, so great is your faithful love, I may come into your house, and before your holy temple bow down in reverence of you.

⁸ In your saving justice, Yahweh, lead me, because of those who lie in wait for me; make your way plain before me.

⁹ Not a word from their lips can be trusted, through and through they are destruction, their throats are wide -- open graves, their tongues seductive.

¹⁰ Lay the guilt on them, God, make their intrigues their own downfall; for their countless offences, thrust them from you, since they have rebelled against you.

¹¹ But joy for all who take refuge in you, endless songs of gladness! You shelter them, they rejoice in you, those who love your name.

¹² It is you who bless the upright, Yahweh, you surround them with favour as with a shield.