To the Chief Musician. With [a]flutes. A Psalm of David.
1 Give ear to my words, O Lord,
Consider my [b]meditation.
My King and my God,
For to You I will pray.
In the morning I will direct it to You,
And I will look up.
Nor shall evil [c]dwell with You.
You hate all workers of iniquity.
The Lord abhors the bloodthirsty and deceitful man.
In fear of You I will worship toward [d]Your holy temple.
Make Your way straight before my face.
Their inward part is destruction;
Their throat is an open tomb;
They flatter with their tongue.
Let them fall by their own counsels;
Cast them out in the multitude of their transgressions,
For they have rebelled against You.
Let them ever shout for joy, because You [f]defend them;
Let those also who love Your name
Be joyful in You.
With favor You will surround him as with a shield.