To the Chief. Musician upon Nehiloth. A Psalm of David
1 My words do thou give ear to, O Jehovah! Attend to my speech.
2 Hearken to the voice of my cry, my King and my God! For to thee will I pray.
3 O Jehovah! in the morning do thou hear my voice; In the morning will I direct to thee and will watch.
4 For not a God taking pleasure in wickedness art thou; There shall not dwell with thee evil.
5 There shall not stand the foolish before thine eyes; Thou hatest all that commit iniquity.
6 Thou shalt destroy them that speak falsehood: The man of bloods and the deceitful man abominate shall Jehovah.
7 And I, in the multitude of thy mercy, will enter into thy house; I will worship in thy holy temple in thy fear.
8 O Jehovah! lead me in thy righteousness, because of my adversaries; Make straight before my face thy way.
9 For there is not in their mouth uprightness; Their inward part is deep depravity; A sepulcher that is open is their throat; With their tongues they deal deceitfully.
10 Cause them to err, O God! Let them fall from their counsels; In the multitude of their transgressions destroy them; For they have rebelled against thee.
11 And rejoice let all those who trust in thee, For ever let them exult; and cover thou them, And let those delight in thee that love thy name.
12 For thou shalt bless the righteous, O Jehovah! With thy good will as with a shield thou shalt encompass them.
Psalm 6
To the Chief Musician on Neginoth, upon the Eighth. A Psalm of David
1 O Jehovah! do not in thy anger rebuke me, And do not in thy wrath chastise me.
2 Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah! for I am weak; Heal me, O Jehovah! for affrighted are my bones.
3 And my soul is exceedingly afraid: And thou, O Jehovah! — how long? —
4 Return, O Lord! deliver my soul; Save me for the sake of thy mercy.
5 For there is not in death any remembrance of thee; In the grave who shall acknowledge thee?
6 I have become wearied with my groaning; I make to swim every night my bed; With my tears my couch I water.
7 Waxed dim for vexation hath mine eye; It hath become old among all my persecutors.
8 Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; For heard hath the Lord the voice of my weeping.
9 Heard hath the Lord my supplication; The Lord my prayer will receive.
10 Put to shame and confounded greatly be all my enemies; Let them turn back, and be ashamed suddenly.