Althoughthere is noviolencein my hands,And my prayeris pure.
Ifiniquityis in your hand,putit faraway,And do not let wickednessdwellin your tents;
"The wickedmanwrithesin painall[his] days,And numberedare the yearsstoredup for the ruthless.
"For the companyof the godlessis barren,And fireconsumesthe tentsof the corrupt.
"O earth,do not covermy blood,And let there be no[resting] placefor my cry.
My lipscertainlywill not speakunjustly,Norwill my tonguemutterdeceit.
I am pure,withouttransgression;I am innocentand there is noguiltin me.
Heara justcause,O LORD,giveheedto my cry;Giveearto my prayer,which is not from deceitfullips.
The sacrificeof the wickedis an abominationto the LORD,But the prayerof the uprightis His delight.
Their webswill not becomeclothing,Norwill they coverthemselves with their works;Their worksare worksof iniquity,And an actof violenceis in their hands.
"But both manand beastmust be coveredwith sackcloth;and let men callon Godearnestlythat eachmay turnfrom his wickedwayand from the violencewhichis in his hands.
ThereforeI wantthe menin everyplaceto pray,liftingup holyhands,withoutwrathand dissension.
