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Psalm 5
MORAVIA | Common Meter (8,6,8,6)
Scottish Psalter
Wolder's Gesangbuch, Hamburg, 1598
Psalm 5
1 ¶ Give ear to my words, O LORD, consider my meditation. 2 Hearken unto the voice of my cry, my King, and my God: for unto thee will I pray. 3 My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, O LORD; in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up. 4 For thou art not a God that hath pleasure in wickedness: neither shall evil dwell with thee. 5 The foolish shall not stand in thy sight: thou hatest all workers of iniquity. 6 Thou shalt destroy them that speak leasing: the LORD will abhor the bloody and deceitful man. 7 ¶ But as for me, I will come into thy house in the multitude of thy mercy: and in thy fear will I worship toward thy holy temple. 8 Lead me, O LORD, in thy righteousness because of mine enemies; make thy way straight before my face. 9 For there is no faithfulness in their mouth; their inward part is very wickedness; their throat is an open sepulchre; they flatter with their tongue. 10 Destroy thou them, O God; let them fall by their own counsels; cast them out in the multitude of their transgressions; for they have rebelled against thee. 11 But let all those that put their trust in thee rejoice: let them ever shout for joy, because thou defendest them: let them also that love thy name be joyful in thee. 12 For thou, LORD, wilt bless the righteous; with favour wilt thou compass him as with a shield.
1 Give ear unto my words, O Lord, My meditation weigh. 2 Hear my loud cry, my King, my God; For I to thee will pray. 3 Lord, thou shalt early hear my voice: I early will direct My prayer to thee; and, looking up, An answer will expect. 4 For thou art not a God that doth In wickedness delight; Neither shall evil dwell with thee, 5 Nor fools stand in thy sight. All evil-doers thou dost hate, 6 Cutt'st off that liars be: The bloody and deceitful man Abhorred is by thee. 7 But I into thy house will come In thine abundant grace; And I will worship in thy fear Toward thy holy place. 8 Lord, lead me in thy righteousness, For foes do lie in wait: Thy way, wherein I am to walk, Before my face make straight. 9 For in their mouth there is no truth, Their inward part is vile; Their throat's an open sepulchre, Their tongue is full of guile. 10 O God, condemn them; let them be By their own counsel quelled: Them for their many sins cast out, For they 'gainst thee rebelled. 11 But let all joy that trust in thee, For aye lift up their voice, For them thou sav'st: in thee let all That love thy name rejoice. 12 For, Lord, unto the righteous man Thou wilt thy blessing yield: With favour thou wilt compass him About, as with a shield.