Psalms 50

God the judge of the righteous and the wicked.

Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty,

Our God cometh, and doth not keep silence:

He calleth to the heavens above,

Gather my saints together unto me,

And the heavens shall declare his righteousness;

Hear, O my people, and I will speak;

I will not reprove thee for thy sacrifices;

I will take no bullock out of thy house,

For every beast of the forest is mine,

I know all the birds of the mountains;

If I were hungry, I would not tell thee;

Will I eat the flesh of bulls,

Offer unto God the sacrifice of thanksgiving;

And call upon me in the day of trouble:

But unto the wicked God saith,

Seeing that thou hatest instruction,

When thou sawest a thief, thou consentedst with him,

Thou givest thy mouth to evil,

Thou sittest and speakest against thy brother;

These things hast thou done, and I kept silence;

Now consider this, ye that forget God,

Whoso offereth the sacrifice of thanksgiving glorifieth me;