• David Veliquette


To the chief musician on wind instruments, a Psalm of David

Give ear to my words, Lord, consider my sighs. I pray, King and God, hear the sound of my cries.

My voice shall You hear, Lord, prayer ordered at dawn; For solely on You, Lord will I wait upon.

For You’re not a God Who takes pleasure in sin; No wickedness near You, no evil within.

The boastful shall not stand, not where You can see; For You, Lord do loathe those who do wickedly.

And You will destroy those who falsehood confessed; The bloody and lying Jehovah detests.

Your house I will enter where mercy abounds. In fear I will worship toward Your holy ground.

In rightness Lord lead me because of my foes; Oh Lord make my way straight, before me it goes.

Their words are not faithful; destruction inside; Their throat is a grave; with their tongue they have lied.

Destroy them, Oh God; let them fall by their plan; With many sins cast them; toward God, rebel man.

But, let them that trust You rejoice, shout for joy; Because You defend them, they love and enjoy.

For You, Lord, will bless them, the righteous who yield; With favor surround him as with a strong shield.

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