Salmos 101

Passai senza sonno le notti, e fui simile all'uccello, che solo si sta sopra i tetti.

Por las mañanas cortaré á todos los impíos de la tierra; para extirpar de la ciudad de Jehová á todos los que obraren iniquidad.

I will early destroy all the wicked of the land; that I may cut off all wicked doers from the city of the LORD.

Morning by morning, I will destroy all the wicked of the land, to cut off all the workers of iniquity from the LORD’s city.