Psalms

Chapter 100

  1. 1

    Of mercy and of justice my song shall be; a psalm in thy honour, Lord,

  2. 2

    from one that would guide his steps ever more perfectly. Ah, when wilt thou grant me thy presence?1 Here in my house I would live with stainless heart;

  3. 3

    no ill purpose clouding my view, the transgressors of the law my enemies.

  4. 4

    None such will I have at my side; here treachery shall find no place, knavery no countenance;

  5. 5

    of whispered calumny, death shall be the reward; on scornful looks and proud thoughts I will have no mercy.

  6. 6

    To plain, honest folk in the land I will look for my company; my servants shall be such as follow the path of innocence.

  7. 7

    No welcome here for schemers, no standing in my presence for men who talk deceitfully.

  8. 8

    Mine, as the days pass, to root out from the land every guilty soul, till I purge the Lord’s city of all evil-doing.