MOF PSA Chapter 5

From the Choirmaster’s collection. For flutes. A song of David.

5 O thou Eternal, listen to my words,

and hear the murmur of my soul; 2 my King and God, give ear to my appeal,

for I am calling out to thee;

3 O hear my morning prayer,

for in the morning I set forth my plea,

and wait thine answer.

4 Thou art no God to take delight in vice,

no evil man is any guest of thine,

5 no arrogance can look thee in the face;

6 all wrongdoers and lying men thou hatest,

craft and bloodshed thou abhorrest;

7 but I have access to thy house, by thy great generosity,

I can bow reverently before thy sacred shrine.

8 O thou Eternal, let not my foes thwart me,

lead thou me on, as thou art just,

make thy path smooth before me.

9 For in their talk there is no truth,

their hearts are deep with mischief,

their throats are open graves—

smooth-tongued deceivers!

10 O God, condemn them,

let their own plots end them.

Down with them, for their many crimes,

rebelling against thee!

11 So all who shelter with thee shall rejoice,

and under they protection shout for joy;

lovers of thy name ever exult in thee.

12 For thou wilt bless the just, O thou Eternal,

shielding them safe,

crowning them with thy favour.