Draw me not with the wicked, And with workers of iniquity, Speaking peace with their neighbours, And evil in their heart.

Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity.

Who riseth up for me with evil doers? Who stationeth himself for me with workers of iniquity?

Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,

There have workers of iniquity fallen, They have been overthrown, And have not been able to arise!

Have not workers of iniquity known, Those eating my people have eaten bread, God they have not called.

Deliver me from workers of iniquity, And from men of blood save me.

When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity -- For their being destroyed for ever and ever!

For, lo, Thine enemies, O Jehovah, For, lo, Thine enemies, do perish, Separate themselves do all workers of iniquity.

At morning I cut off all the wicked of the land, To cut off from the city of Jehovah All the workers of iniquity!

As to those turning to their crooked ways, Jehovah causeth them to go with workers of iniquity. Peace on Israel!

Keep me from the gin they laid for me, Even snares of workers of iniquity.

For they stretched out against Thee evil, They devised a wicked device, they prevail not,

And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.

Also -- when I walk in a valley of death-shade, I fear no evil, for Thou art with me, Thy rod and Thy staff -- they comfort me.

I have hated the assembly of evil doers, And with the wicked I sit not.

When evil doers come near to me to eat my flesh, My adversaries and mine enemies to me, They have stumbled and fallen.

For He hideth me in a tabernacle in the day of evil, He hideth me in a secret place of His tent, On a rock he raiseth me up.

For not a God desiring wickedness art Thou, Evil inhabiteth Thee not.

If I have done my well-wisher evil, And draw mine adversary without cause,

Let, I pray Thee be ended the evil of the wicked, And establish Thou the righteous, And a trier of hearts and reins is the righteous God.

He hath said in his heart, 'I am not moved,' To generation and generation not in evil.

Break the arm of the wicked and the evil, Seek out his wickedness, find none;

He hath not slandered by his tongue, He hath not done to his friend evil; And reproach he hath not lifted up Against his neighbour.

Despised in his eyes is a rejected one, And those fearing Jehovah he doth honour. He hath sworn to suffer evil, and changeth not;