Psalms 5
1 To the chief music-maker on wind instruments. A Psalm. Of David. Give ear to my words, O Lord; give thought to my heart-searchings.
To the Chief Musician. For the Flutes. A Melody of David. To my words, give ear, O Yahweh, Understand thou my softly murmured prayer:
2 Let the voice of my cry come to you, my King and my God; for to you will I make my prayer.
Attend to the voice of my cry, my King and my God, for, unto thee, do I pray.
3 My voice will come to you in the morning, O Lord; in the morning will I send my prayer to you, and keep watch.
O Yahweh! in the morning, shalt thou hear my voice, In the morning, will I set in order unto thee, and keep watch;
4 For you are not a God who takes pleasure in wrongdoing; there is no evil with you.
For, not a GOD finding pleasure in lawlessness, art thou, and wrong can be no guest of thine:
5 The sons of pride have no place before you; you are a hater of all workers of evil.
Boasters, shall not station themselves, before thine eyes, —Thou hatest all workers of iniquity:
6 You will send destruction on those whose words are false; the cruel man and the man of deceit are hated by the Lord.
Thou wilt destroy them who speak falsehood, —The man of bloodshed and of deceit, Yahweh abhorreth.
7 But as for me, I will come into your house, in the full measure of your mercy; and in your fear I will give worship, turning my eyes to your holy Temple.
But, I, in the abounding of thy lovingkindness, will enter thy house, I will bow down towards thy holy temple, in reverence of thee:
8 Be my guide, O Lord, in the ways of your righteousness, because of those who are against me; make your way straight before my face.
O Yahweh! lead me in thy righteousness, because of mine adversaries, Make even, before me, thy way:
9 For no faith may be put in their words; their inner part is nothing but evil; their throat is like an open place for the dead; smooth are the words of their tongues.
For in his mouth is nothing worthy of trust, Their inward purpose, is engulphing ruin, —An opened sepulchre, is their throat, With their tongue, speak they smooth things.
10 Send them to destruction, O Lord; let their evil designs be the cause of their fall; let them be forced out by all their sins; because they have gone against your authority.
Declare them guilty, O God, Let them fall by their own counsels, —Into the throng of their own transgressions, thrust them down, For they have rebelled against thee: —
11 But let all those who put their faith in you be glad with cries of joy at all times, and let all the lovers of your name be glad in you.
That all may rejoice who seek refuge in thee, to times age-abiding, may shout in triumph, that thou wilt protect them, and they may leap for joy in thee who are lovers of thy Name.
12 For you, Lord, will send a blessing on the upright man; your grace will be round him, and you will be his strength.
For, thou, wilt bless the righteous man, O Yahweh, As with an all-covering shield—with good pleasure, wilt thou encompass him.
