(A David psalm.)
Judge me
And clear my name, Yahweh.
No accusation against me
Can survive your scrutiny.
I have stuck with you, Yahweh,
Never straying.
So, put me on the stand
And pepper me with questions, Yahweh.
Dig into my heart.
Dig into my mind.
I’m always aware of you,
You and your relentless, never-stopping love.
Your reliability
Is my confidence as I present by case.
I don’t keep company with liars.
I don’t hang out with hypocrites.
I don’t party with the perverse.
I don’t buddy up with law breakers.
No, my hands are squeaky clean.
No, I hang out in your house,
Singing your praises,
Talking about how great you’ve been.
Your house is my favorite destination,
Thick with your presence, Yahweh.
So, don’t lump me with sinners.
Keep me from their dark destination.
They’ve got bloody hands,
Palms greased with bribes,
Fingers itchy to do evil.
Not me.
I’ve got clean hands,
A clean life.
So, take my side,
Render a happy verdict.
My cause is as solid
As the ground beneath my feet.
I am convinced I will stand,
Surrounded by your people,
Arms stretched out,
Praising you, Yahweh.