Psalms 100

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

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

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

2Serve Jehovah with joy, come before him 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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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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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