Mercy and justice are what this song is about; It goes up to You, Lord, and nowhere else. Let me learn the road that has no fault in it. How long before You come to where I am? Under my own roof my heart stays whole. Nothing twisted gets a place in front of me. The work of people who turn aside Finds no grip on me at all. Whoever carries a bent heart goes elsewhere; Whoever slanders in private is silenced. Swollen eyes, a wide appetite for standing: Neither one gets a chair at my table. It is the trustworthy in the land my eyes are on; The one whose walking is honest is the one who serves. Each morning another cruelty is stopped, Until the city of the Lord is clear of them.