To the chief Musician, upon Nehiloth, A Psalm of David.

8,6,8,6

^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.