Psalm 101

OF Iudgment, & of Love to thee,
Now, Lord, a song I will indite;
Oh come! vnite thy selfe to me,
And, I will keep my waies vpright.
With perfect hart, my house I'le guide,
No wicked thinge, shall please mine eyes;
I'le those detest who turne aside,
And, all their deeds, I will despise.

No froward hart with me shall stay,
I will elect no wicked mate;
The slandrous tongue I'le cutt away,
High-lookes I shun, proude mindes, I hate.
But, through the land, to dwell with mee,
I will equire for men vpright;
And, those men shall my servants be,
Whose harts, in perfect waies delight.

No Cheater, shall with mee have place,
No Liers, in my sight shall stay;
And, from God's Land, I soone will chase,
And, root all wicked men away.