Psalms 100

1Make a joyful noise unto Jehovah, all ye lands.

1 Make a glad sound to the Lord, all the earth.

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

2Serve Jehovah with gladness: Come before his presence with singing.

2Give worship to the Lord with joy; come before him with a song.

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.

3Know ye that Jehovah, he is God: It is he that hath made us, and we are his; We are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.

3Be certain that the Lord is God; it is he who has made us, and we are his; we are his people, and the sheep to whom he gives food.

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

4Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, And into his courts with praise: Give thanks unto him, and bless his name.

4Come into his doors with joy, and into his house with praise; give him honour, blessing his name.

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

5For Jehovah is good; his lovingkindness endureth for ever, And his faithfulness unto all generations.

5For the Lord is good, and his mercy is never-ending; his faith is unchanging through 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.

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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.