The Revised Standard Version, Catholic Edition

Psalm 5–6

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To the choirmaster: for the flutes. A Psalm of David.

Give ear to my words, O Lord;

give heed to my groaning.

Hearken to the sound of my cry,

my King and my God,

for to thee do I pray.

O Lord, in the morning thou dost hear my voice;

in the morning I prepare a sacrifice for thee, and watch.

For thou art not a God who delights in wickedness;

evil may not sojourn with thee.

The boastful may not stand before thy eyes;

thou hatest all evildoers.

Thou destroyest those who speak lies;

the Lord abhors bloodthirsty and deceitful men.

But I through the abundance of thy steadfast love

will enter thy house,

I will worship toward thy holy temple

in the fear of thee.

Lead me, O Lord, in thy righteousness

because of my enemies;

make thy way straight before me.

For there is no truth in their mouth;

their heart is destruction,

their throat is an open sepulchre,

they flatter with their tongue.

10 Make them bear their guilt, O God;

let them fall by their own counsels;

because of their many transgressions cast them out,

for they have rebelled against thee.

11 But let all who take refuge in thee rejoice,

let them ever sing for joy;

and do thou defend them,

that those who love thy name may exult in thee.

12 For thou dost bless the righteous, O Lord;

thou dost cover him with favor as with a shield.


To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments; according to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David.

O Lord, rebuke me not in thy anger,

nor chasten me in thy wrath.

Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing;

O Lord, heal me, for my bones are troubled.

My soul also is sorely troubled.

But thou, O Lord—how long?

Turn, O Lord, save my life;

deliver me for the sake of thy steadfast love.

For in death there is no remembrance of thee;

in Sheol who can give thee praise?

I am weary with my moaning;

every night I flood my bed with tears;

I drench my couch with my weeping.

My eye wastes away because of grief,

it grows weak because of all my foes.

Depart from me, all you workers of evil;

for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.

The Lord has heard my supplication;

the Lord accepts my prayer.

10 All my enemies shall be ashamed and sorely troubled;

they shall turn back, and be put to shame in a moment.

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