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I sing of kindness and right-ruling; To You, O YHWH, I sing praises.
I act wisely in a perfect way. When do You come to me? I walk in the midst of my house with a perfect heart.
I set no matter of Beliya'al before my eyes; I hate the work of those who fall away; It does not cleave to me.
A perverse heart turns away from me; I do not know evil.
Him who secretly slanders his neighbour I cut off; I do not tolerate one Who has a haughty look and a proud heart.
My eyes are on the trustworthy of the land, To dwell with me; He who walks in a perfect way, He serves me.
He who practises deceit Does not dwell in my house; He who speaks lies Does not stand in my presence.
Each morning I uproot all the wrong of the land, To cut off all the workers of wickedness From the city of YHWH.