Psalms 101

1 A PSALM OF DAVID. I sing kindness and judgment, To You, O YHWH, I sing praise.

`The salm of Dauid. Lord, Y schal synge to thee; merci and doom.

2 I act wisely in a perfect way, When do You come to me? I habitually walk in the integrity of my heart, In the midst of my house.

I schal synge, and Y schal vndurstonde in a weie with out wem; whanne thou schalt come to me. I yede perfitli in the innocence of myn herte; in the myddil of myn hous.

3 I do not set a worthless thing before my eyes, I have hated the work of those turning aside, It does not adhere to me.

I settide not forth bifore myn iyen an vniust thing; Y hatide hem that maden trespassyngis.

4 A perverse heart turns aside from me, I do not know wickedness.

A schrewide herte cleuede not to me; Y knewe not a wickid man bowynge awei fro me.

5 Whoever slanders his neighbor in secret, Him I cut off, The high of eyes and proud of heart, Him I do not endure.

I pursuede hym; that bacbitide priueli his neiybore. With the proude iye and an herte vnable to be fillid; Y eet not with this.

6 My eyes are on the faithful of the land, To dwell with me, Whoever is walking in a perfect way, he serves me.

Myn iyen weren to the feithful men of erthe, that thei sitte with me; he that yede in a weie with out wem, mynystride to me.

7 He who is working deceit does not dwell in my house, Whoever is speaking lies is not established before my eyes.

He that doith pride, schal not dwelle in the myddil of myn hous; he that spekith wickid thingis, seruede not in the siyt of myn iyen.

8 At morning I cut off all the wicked of the land, To cut off from the city of YHWH All the workers of iniquity!

In the morutid Y killide alle the synners of erthe; that Y schulde leese fro the citee of the Lord alle men worchynge wickidnesse.