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1The wicked man's transgression
within my heart thus says,
Undoubtedly
the fear of God
is not before his eyes.
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2Because himself he flattereth
in his own blinded eye,
Until
the hatefulness be found
of his iniquity.
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3Words from his mouth proceeding are,
fraud and iniquity:
He
to be wise, and to do good,
hath left off utterly.
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4He mischief, lying on his bed,
most cunningly doth plot:
He
sets himself in ways not good,
ill he abhorreth not.
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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:
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Lord,
thou preservest man and beast.
7How
precious is thy grace!
Therefore
in shadow of thy wings
men's sons their trust shall place.
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8They with the fatness of thy house
shall be well satisfy'd;
From
rivers of thy pleasures thou
wilt drink to them provide.
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9Because of life the fountain pure
remains alone with thee;
And
in that purest light of thine
we clearly light shall see.
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10Thy loving-kindness unto them
continue that thee know;
And
still on men upright in heart
thy righteousness bestow.
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11Let not the foot of cruel pride
come, and against me stand;
And
let me not removed be,
Lord, by the wicked's hand.
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12There fallen are they, and ruined,
that work iniquities:
Cast
down they are, and never shall
be able to arise.
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