Psalm 5

Hear me, Holy One, consider my meditations.

Attend to my voice,

hear my cry, my Sovereign, my Godde,

You are the One to whom I pray.

Holy One, morning comes, you hear my voice;

morning, I sit, waiting for you, watching …

You, Godde, have no wicked desires;

there is no evil in you.

The arrogant can not stand before you …

You hate whatever destroys relationship with you,

you obliterate lies,

you abhor spilled blood and deceit …

but, because of your extravagant kindness,

I enter your dwelling-place, and I am humbled,

awed by your willingness to dwell among us.

Holy One, keep me close to you ... 

as others watch, lead me straight

upon your path.

It is easy to mis-speak, hearts can be full of mischief.

The words rising in one's throat can be deadly;

It is so easy to speak glibly,

but you reveal our guilt, O Godde.

We fall by attending to our own counsels,

we have transgressed, rebelling against you …

you should drive us away … but

those who trust you rejoice

and sing throughout the ages,

and your protection shelters them …

All who love your name glory in you.

For you bless those who draw near to you, O Holy One,

Your grace encompasses your beloved.