Psaumes 5.11
English standard version

La justice et la bonté de Dieu

¹ To the choirmaster: for the flutes. A Psalm of David.
Give ear to my words, O Lord;
consider my groaning
² Give attention to the sound of my cry,
my King and my God,
for to you do I pray
³ O Lord, in the morning you hear my voice;
in the morning I prepare a sacrifice for you and watch
⁴ For you are not a God who delights in wickedness;
evil may not dwell with you
⁵ The boastful shall not stand before your eyes;
you hate all evildoers
⁶ You destroy those who speak lies;
the Lord abhors the bloodthirsty and deceitful man
⁷ But I, through the abundance of your steadfast love,
will enter your house.
I will bow down toward your holy temple
in the fear of you
⁸ Lead me, O Lord, in your righteousness
because of my enemies;
make your way straight before me.
⁹ For there is no truth in their mouth;
their inmost self is destruction;
their throat is an open grave;
they flatter with their tongue.
¹⁰ Make them bear their guilt, O God;
let them fall by their own counsels;
because of the abundance of their transgressions cast them out,
for they have rebelled against you.
¹¹ But let all who take refuge in you rejoice;
let them ever sing for joy,
and spread your protection over them,
that those who love your name may exult in you.
¹² For you bless the righteous, O Lord;
you cover him with favor as with a shield.