Psalm 101 (Misericordiam et judicium)

When, now appointed king, I king shall be,
What mercy then, what justice use I will,
I here, O Lord, in song protest to thee.

Till that day come thou me the crowne shalt give,
Deepe study I on vertue will bestow:
And pure in hart at home retired lyve.

My lowly eye shall levell at no ill:
Who fall from thee with me not one shall stand:
Their waies I shall pursue with hatred still.

Mischievous heads farre off from me shall goe:
Malicious hartes I never will admitt:
And whisp'ring biters all will overthrow.

Ill shall I brooke the proud ambitious band,
Whose eyes looke high, whose puffed hartes doe swell:
But for truth-tellers I will search the land.

Such men with me my counsailors shall sitt:
Such evermore my officers shall be,
Men speaking right, and doing what is fitt.

Noe fraudulent within my house shall dwell:
The cunning coyning tongue shall in my sight
Be not endur'd, much lesse accepted well.

As soone as I in all the land shall see
A wicked wretch, I shall him hate outright;
And of vile men Jehovas city free.