Psalms 100

1Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands.

1A psalm for David himself. Mercy and judgment I will sing to thee, O Lord: I will sing,

1A Psalm of Thanksgiving. Shout to Jehovah, all the earth.

2Serve the Lord with gladness: come before his presence with singing.

2And I will understand in the unspotted way, when thou shalt come to me. I walked in the innocence of my heart, in the midst of my house.

2Serve Jehovah with joy, come before him with singing.

3Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.

3I will not set before my eyes any unjust thing: I hated the workers of iniquities.

3Know that Jehovah He <FI>is<Fi> God, He made us, and we are His, His people--and the flock of His pasture.

4Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name.

4The perverse heart did not cleave to me: and the malignant, that turned aside from me, I would not know.

4Enter ye His gates with thanksgiving, His courts with praise, Give ye thanks to Him, bless ye His Name.

5For the Lord is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations.

5The man that in private detracted his neighbour, him did I persecute. With him that had a proud eye, and an unsatiable heart, I would not eat.

5For good <FI>is<Fi> Jehovah, to the age His kindness, And to generation and generation His faithfulness!

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6My eyes were upon the faithful of the earth, to sit with me: the man that walked in the perfect way, he served me.

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7He that worketh pride shall not dwell in the midst of my house: he that speaketh unjust things did not prosper before my eyes.

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8In the morning I put to death all the wicked of the land: that I might cut off all the workers of iniquity from the city of the Lord.

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