To the chief Musican. A Psalm of David, the Servant of the Lord

Verse 1

The trespass of the wicked one Saith in assured wise, Within my heart, the fear of God Is not before his eyes.

Verse 2

Because that he in his own eyes Himself is flattering. Until that his iniquity Be found an hateful thing.

Verse 3

The words are vanity and guile Which from his mouth proceed, He hath left off for to be wise, And do the godly deed

Verse 4

He when he lieth on his bed, Doth mischief meditate: He sets himself in no good way, He doth not evil hate.

Verse 5

Thy mercy O Jehovah is Within the heavens high; Thy faithfulness doth reach likewise Unto the cloudy sky.

Verse 6

Like mountains great thy righteousness; Thy judgments like unto The mighty deep: thou sav'st, O Lord, Both man and beast also.

Verse 7

O God, thy loving kindness is Of wondrous excellence: Therefore in shadow of thy wings Men's sons put confidence.

Verse 8

They of the fatness of thy house Unto the full shall take; And of the stream of thy delights To drink thou shalt them make.

Verse 9

For with thee is the spring of life, Light in thy light we see: O stretch thy loving kindness to Such as acknowledge thee.

Verse 10

To them that upright are in heart, Stretch out thy gracious love.

Verse 11

Let no proud foot against me come, Nor wicked hand me move.

Verse 12

There are they fallen all of them That work iniquities: They are cast down and never shall Be able to arise.