1 To the chiefe musician, A Psalme of Dauid, the seruant of the Lord. The transgression of the wicked saith within my heart, that there is no feare of God before his eyes.
2 For he flatterech himselfe in his owne eyes, vntill his iniquitie be found to be hatefull.
3 The words of his mouth are iniquitie and deceit: he hath left off to bee wise, and to doe good.
4 Hee deuiseth mischiefe vpon his bed, he setteth himselfe in a way that is not good; he abhorreth not euill.
5 Thy mercie (O Lord) is in the heauens; and thy faithfulnesse reacheth vnto the cloudes.
6 Thy righteousnesse is like the great mountaines; thy iudgements are a great deepe; O Lord, thou preseruest man and beast.
7 How excellent is thy louing kindnesse, O God! therefore the children of men put their trust vnder the shadowe of thy wings.
8 They shall be abundantly satisfied with the fatnesse of thy house: and thou shalt make them drinke of the riuer of thy pleasures.
9 For with thee is the fountaine of life: in thy light shall we see light.
10 O continue thy louing kindnesse vnto them that know thee; and thy righteousnesse to the vpright in heart.
11 Let not the foot of pride come against me, and let not the hand of the wicked remoue me.
12 There are the workers of iniquitie fallen: they are cast downe, and shal not be able to rise.