Psalm 5

To the tune of Scarborough Fair

Listen to my words, O Lord;
Know the whispered things I say.
Heed my crying out for help—
God, my King, to You I pray.

Hear me in the morning, Lord,
When I lift my voice on high,
Setting forth my plea to You,
Looking out with watchful eye.

For I know that You, O God,
Find in evil no delight;
Evil cannot dwell with You,
Nor the proud stand in Your sight.

You hate all who practice sin.
You destroy the one who lies;
For the Lord abominates
Those who schemes of blood devise.

Yet in Your abounding love,
To Your house will I draw near,
Bowing to Your holy place,
Worshiping in rev’rent fear.