I will sing the kindness and the justice. To you, Mister, psalm diarei.
For the straight road I want to proceed. Oh, when do you come to me? I will walk in the heart innocence, in the breast of my family.
I won't propose my eyes before any guilty thought. I will have horror the that that practices the evil, it won't be him my friend.
It will always be far away from me the perverse heart, I don't want to know the evil.