Psalm 101:1

Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition

101 The prayer of the poor man, when he was anxious, and poured out his supplication before the Lord.

Psalm 101:1

New International Version

¹I will sing of your love^(A) and justice;
to you, Lord, I will sing praise.

⁴For my days are vanished like smoke: and my bones are grown dry like fuel for the fire.

⁵I am smitten as grass, and my heart is withered: because I forgot to eat my bread.

⁴The perverse of heart^(A) shall be far from me;
I will have nothing to do with what is evil.

⁵Whoever slanders their neighbor^(B) in secret,
I will put to silence;
whoever has haughty eyes^(C) and a proud heart,
I will not tolerate.

Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition (DRA)

New International Version (NIV)