A prayer of David.
1 Hear me, Lord, my plea is just;
listen to my cry.
Hear my prayer —
it does not rise from deceitful lips.
may your eyes see what is right.
though you examine me at night and test me,
you will find that I have planned no evil;
my mouth has not transgressed.
I have kept myself from the ways of the violent
through what your lips have commanded.
my feet have not stumbled.
turn your ear to me and hear my prayer.
you who save by your right hand
those who take refuge in you from their foes.
hide me in the shadow of your wings
from my mortal enemies who surround me.
and their mouths speak with arrogance.
with eyes alert, to throw me to the ground.
like a fierce lion crouching in cover.
with your sword rescue me from the wicked.
from those of this world whose reward is in this life.
May what you have stored up for the wicked fill their bellies;
may their children gorge themselves on it,
and may there be leftovers for their little ones.
when I awake, I will be satisfied with seeing your likeness.