5I hate the assembly of knaves, I would never sit down with the wicked;
6but, with hands washed in innocence, I would march round your altar, O Lord,
7singing loud songs of thanks, and telling of all your wonders.
8O Lord, I love your house, the place where your glory lives.
9Do not gather me up with sinners; slay me not with people of blood,
10whose hands are stained with villainy, and whose right hand is filled with bribes.
11But my walk is blameless! O redeem me, be gracious to me.