Judica me, Domine. David's prayer to God in his distress, to be delivered, that he may come to worship him in his tabernacle.
 Unto the end, a psalm for David. Judge me, O Lord, for I have walked in my innocence: and I have put my trust in the Lord, and shall not be weakened.
 Prove me, O Lord, and try me; burn my reins and my heart.
 For thy mercy is before my eyes; and I am well pleased with thy truth.
 I have not sat with the council of vanity: neither will I go in with the doers of unjust things.
 I have hated the assembly of the malignant; and with the wicked I will not sit.
 I will wash my hands among the innocent; and will compass thy altar, O Lord:
 That I may hear the voice of thy praise: and tell of all thy wondrous works.
 I have loved, O Lord, the beauty of thy house; and the place where thy glory dwelleth.
 Take not away my soul, O God, with the wicked: nor my life with bloody men:
 In whose hands are iniquities: their right hand is filled with gifts.
 But as for me, I have walked in my innocence: redeem me, and have mercy on me.
...  My foot hath stood in the direct way: in the churches I will bless thee, O Lord.