CHAPTER 5
For the choirmaster,
to be accompanied by
flutes.
A Psalm
of David.
Give ear
to my words,
O LORD;
consider
my groaning.
In the morning,
O LORD,
You hear
my voice;
at daybreak
I lay my plea
before You
and wait in expectation.
But I,
by the abundance
of Your loving devotion,
will enter
Your house;
in reverence
I will bow down
toward
Your holy
temple.
For
not a word
they speak
can be trusted;
destruction
is within them.
Their throats
are open
graves;
their tongues
practice flattery.
Declare them guilty,
O God;
let them fall
by their own devices.
Drive them out
for their many
transgressions,
for
they have rebelled against You.
But let all
who take refuge
in You
rejoice;
let them ever shout for joy.
May You shelter
them,
that those who love
Your name
may rejoice
in You.