1. To the chief musician; of the servant of Jehovah; of David. The oracle utters transgression to the wicked within my heart, There is no fear of God before his eyes.
2. For he flatters himself in his own eyes, to find his iniquity to be hated.
3. The words of his mouth are wickedness and deceit; he ceases to act wisely, to do good.
4. He plots iniquity on his bed; he sets himself on a way that is not good; he does not hate evil.
5. Your mercy, O Jehovah, is in the heavens, Your faithfulness to the clouds.
6. Your righteousness is like the hills of God; Your judgments are a great deep; O Jehovah, You preserve animal and man.
7. How precious is Your mercy, O God! And the sons of men take refuge in the shadow of Your wings.
8. They shall be satisfied from the abundance of Your house; and You make them drink the torrent of Your pleasures.
9. For with You is the fountain of life; in Your light we see light.
10. O continue Your mercy to the ones knowing You, and Your righteousness to the upright of heart.
11. Do not let the foot of pride come to me; and let not the hand of the wicked move me.
12. There the workers of evil have fallen; they are cast down and are not able to rise.