A Psalm of David, the servant of the Lord.
The wicked man's transgression
within my heart thus says,
Undoubtedly the fear of God

is not before his eyes.
Because himself he flattereth
in his own blinded eye,
Until the hatefulness be found

of his iniquity.
Words from his mouth proceeding are,
fraud and iniquity:
He to be wise, and to do good,

hath left off utterly.
He mischief, lying on his bed,
most cunningly doth plot:
He sets himself in ways not good,

ill he abhorreth not.
Thy mercy, Lord, is in the heav'ns;
thy truth doth reach the clouds:
Thy justice is like mountains great;

thy judgments deep as floods:
Lord, thou preservest man and beast.
How precious is thy grace!
Therefore in shadow of thy wings

men's sons their trust shall place.
They with the fatness of thy house
shall be well satisfy'd;
From rivers of thy pleasures thou

wilt drink to them provide.
Because of life the fountain pure
remains alone with thee;
And in that purest light of thine

we clearly light shall see.
Thy loving-kindness unto them
continue that thee know;
And still on men upright in heart

thy righteousness bestow.
Let not the foot of cruel pride
come, and against me stand;
And let me not removed be,

Lord, by the wicked's hand.
There fallen are they, and ruined,
that work iniquities:
Cast down they are, and never shall

be able to arise.