To the director for Ne′hi‧loth. A melody of David.
1To my sayings do give ear, O Jehovah;
Do understand my sighing.
2Do pay attention to the sound of my cry for help,
O my King and my God, because to you I pray.
3O Jehovah, in the morning you will hear my voice;
In the morning I shall address myself to you and be on the watch.
4For you are not a God taking delight in wickedness;
No one bad may reside for any time with you.
7As for me, in the abundance of your loving‐kindness
I shall come into your house,
I shall bow down toward your holy temple in fear of you.
8O Jehovah, lead me in your righteousness by reason of my foes;
Make your way smooth before me.
9For in their mouth there is nothing trustworthy;
Their inward part is adversity indeed.
Their throat is an opened burial place;
A smooth tongue they use.
10God will certainly hold them guilty;
They will fall due to their own counsels.
In the multitude of their transgressions let there be a dispersing of them,
Because they have rebelled against you.
11But all those taking refuge in you will rejoice;
To time indefinite they will cry out joyfully.
And you will block approach to them,
And those loving your name will exult in you.
12For you yourself will bless anyone righteous, O Jehovah;
As with a large shield, with approval you will surround them.