To the chief singer, on flute. A psalm of Dawiḏ.
1 Give ear to my words, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄,
Consider my meditation.
2 Attend to the voice of my cry,
My Sovereign and my Elohim,
For unto You I pray.
3 O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄, in the morning You hear my voice;
I present myself to You in the morning, and I look up.
4 For You are not an Ĕl taking delight in wickedness,
Nor does evil dwell with You.
5 The boasters do not stand before Your eyes;
You hate all workers of wickedness.
6 You destroy those speaking falsehood;
𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 loathes a man of blood and deceit.
7 But I, I enter Your house
In the greatness of Your kindness;
I bow myself toward Your qodesh Hĕyḵal in Your reverence.
8 O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄, lead me in Your righteousness because of those watching me;
Make Your way straight before my face.
9 For there is no stability in their mouth;
Their inward part is destruction;
Their throat is an open grave;
They flatter with their tongue.
10 Declare them guilty, O Elohim!
Let them fall by their own counsels;
Thrust them away for their many transgressions,
Because they have rebelled against You.
11 But let all who take refuge in You rejoice;
Let them ever shout for joy, because You shelter them;
And let those who love Your Name exult in You.
12 For You baraḵ the righteous, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄;
You surround him with favour as with a shield.