Do not gather with sinners my soul, And with men of blood my life,

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

And Thou, O God, dost bring them down To a pit of destruction, Men of blood and deceit reach not to half their days, And I -- I do trust in Thee!

Dost Thou slay, O God, the wicked? Then, men of blood, turn aside from me!