Of David, a psalm. If kindness and justice I sing, making melody to you, Lord.
I would look to the way that is blameless,
and make it my own.
Within my own house I would walk
with an innocent heart.
I would never direct my eyes
to a thing that is base.
The impulse to stray I abhor
it shall not cling to me.
Far from me be perverseness of heart,
or kinship with evil.
Who slanders their neighbour in secret,
I bring them to silence:
haughty looks and proud hearts
I will not abide.
I will favour the true in the land,
they shall live in my court.
Those who walk in a way that is blameless
will be my attendant.
No one will live in my house
who practises guile.
No one that speaks a lie
will abide in my presence.
Morn by morn I will wholly wipe out
all the bad in the land,
and cut off from the Lord’s own city
all workers of evil.
