¹The wicked man’s transgression

within my heart thus says,

Undoubtedly the fear of God

is not before his eyes.

²Because himself he flattereth

in his own blinded eye,

Until the hatefulness be found

of his iniquity.

³Words from his mouth proceeding are,

fraud and iniquity:

He to be wise, and to do good,

hath left off utterly.

⁴He mischief, lying on his bed,

most cunningly doth plot:

He sets himself in ways not good,

ill he abhorreth not.

⁵Thy mercy, Lord, is in the heav’ns;

thy truth doth reach the clouds:

⁶Thy justice is like mountains great;

thy judgments deep as floods:

Lord, thou preservest man and beast.

⁷How precious is thy grace!

Therefore in shadow of thy wings

men’s sons their trust shall place.

⁸They with the fatness of thy house

shall be well satisfy’d;

From rivers of thy pleasures thou

wilt drink to them provide.

⁹Because of life the fountain pure

remains alone with thee;

And in that purest light of thine

we clearly light shall see.

¹⁰Thy loving-kindness unto them

continue that thee know;

And still on men upright in heart

thy righteousness bestow.

¹¹Let not the foot of cruel pride

come, and against me stand;

And let me not removed be,

Lord, by the wicked’s hand.

¹²There fallen are they, and ruined,

that work iniquities:

Cast down they are, and never shall

be able to arise.